Elara
Zuriel is driving to the hospital River was taken. I hate that we left our lovely date for this.
"Are you alright?" Zuriel asks. I want to answer something acidic but tame my tongue and only nod. As he drives, he places a hand over mine. It seems so innocent, yet it warms my heart. Since when is Zuriel so attentive to my feelings? Does he like me?
My heart is pounding, and I'm sure he can hear it. He can, especially with that smirk he wears on his lips.
"You keep touching me like this, and I might think you actually like me," I say. He stiffens and after a moment says,
"I don't dislike you,"
I smile at him. I'd take it. Lately, I'm just taking anything from him. I know it's not easy for him to be expressive.
We reached the hospital five minutes later, and
