EVANGELINE.
Zedkiel reaches up and switches the shower off before grabbing a towel and lightly towelling my hair. I look up at him, watching his emotionless face. His face is as sharp and cold as always, and his eyes are hard but… there’s so much more to him than he gives away…
I don’t miss the way he rubs my hair tenderly, his fingers brushing the stray strands back before he slowly towels my body dry. He pats the towel lightly over my injuries that are almost gone, somehow, I’m healing fast.
He brushes his fingers over them, his eyes flashing red before he moves away.
I observe him, and although he hasn’t said anything since I confessed, he doesn’t need to… That kiss he gave me, said far more than words ever could. The way he took care of me… Everything he has done for me, openly, vo
