We both watched the closed door for a moment.
What was going on?
Rafael shifted back to me, his relaxed posture underlying the angry waves battering at my senses, begging to be consumed. “You don"t look dangerous to me,” he repeated. I ignored his comment and just watched him. Would he consider me dangerous if I sucked the life out of him? Would I be able to do it again—fast enough to diffuse an attack?
It would be interesting to know if I could suck out the life of an enemy without him realizing it before it was too late.
Like his eyes, Rafael"s hair was also brown, his face lean with sharp edges, giving him the prominent-dangerous look to him I suspected even ordinary humans would be able to sense.
“I guess it"s true the old saying that looks are deceiving,” he mocked condescendingl
