Chapter 83: Shiver
“In every angel a demon hides. And in every demon an angel strides” —Unknown.
Getting annoyed, I follow my instinct and raise a hand to his strigoi. His ‘tongue’ has been waggling in front of me for some time, and it’s getting to my patience.
Before I realize what I’m doing, I brush the back of my hand against his strigoi, feeling the strange, slightly wet beaded texture on my skin, before I hear someone breathe out a curse.
“Fuck.”
I shiver.
Wesker freezes mid-stroke before quickly jumping off from me as if my touch is fire, face flustered. Something tells me that the contact is his . . . weakness? Wrong? Forbidden?
“Fine, here’s your damn answer. Just don’t do that s**t again,” he growls out before I can think too much about what just happened. His tone is low
