KIARA’S POINT OF VIEW I couldn’t even straight my spine or move my legs comfortably, without feeling that I would grab his attention. The dress shifted a little upward because of my posture and seeing my own skin exposed like an object was driving me crazy. I should have worn a jacket or something above this stuff, but I was too stupid to think that my dress will always be glued in one place. Samael was being extremely quiet and the lack of knowledge about his peculiar energy was making me nervous as well. What was he thinking? Why does he look like a statue? Wasn’t he breathing? “Do you have a curfew?” Thank God, he is alive. I shook my head, but then remembered what Keres said. “I need to be back before ten.” Four hours. Isn’t that too long? I should have said nine. Keres said elev

