His demonic fury rose up against her compassion and love and it was like mixing night with day. He could feel the energy flow through both of them. He could feel her heart speed up and he could feel warmth spreading across his face, calming his racing heart. For a moment the exchange was almost painful. Then it just seemed right.
It was different from the fake kiss last night at the restaurant. Different, but Silas was not sure why. It ended the same, however; a stinging slap across his face.
“Oww! What did you do that for? I was saving you,” Silas said.
“From what exactly? My virtue?” Abigail said.
“No that,” Silas said and nodded back at the blazing apartment building.
She looked over her shoulder and the inferno. “Oh,” she said and reached up to wipe a smudge off his che
