Angel

Elsabet’s question was complicated.

Has something happened to Quandary.

The answer was no. But it was harder to admit to her that he was Quandary.

I’ve waited too long to tell her.

Or, perhaps he shouldn’t have deceived her to begin with.

But had I not, I’d have missed so many chances to comfort her.

“No, not persay.”

She eyed him skeptically. Lurching forward to down her glass of water, body language hostile as she tried to gauge what he was about to say.

Rising, he refilled her drink under her watchful gaze. Taking his seat again, he felt her eyes on him. Studying his movements.

She was unholy beautiful.

Angry or not.

Firelight played with some gold tones in the white of her hair. Making her seem to glow.

He itched to wind his fingers in its luxurious length. It’d be as soft as the rest of her.

“You’re eying me as though I’m&