When she wakes up, Eli -- not her Eli -- is sitting close to her bed, staring at her gloomily.
He has his chin resting on his palm, elbow supported by the arm of the chair.
His golden eyes have a strange gleam. The corners of his lips are curled down. Eli Sanguine looks bored and there's something else. It's bothering her a lot.
Maybe she should get used to this, but she won't get used to being regarded as prey by him.
Nell sighs. If Eli isn't real, there's nothing to be worried about. But he feels real. Even the kiss feels the same except for the fact that he doesn't love her -- not as her Eli does.
He is right next to her, but she's missing him -- the other him. How is he faring without her? She's sure that he must be crying his eyes out right now.
Hopefully, Devil will comfort him. Nell lets out another sigh. Devil must be happy that she's gone. Without her being there, he can have all of Eli to himself.
