"Very," she nodded and tilted her head as she examined the deep set of his brown eyes and the sunken cheeks, "What had transpired this time."
"You played a good trick," the redhead drank his coffee watching her, "Your powers are endless it seems."
"Hm," she sounded amused, "Would you like more rewards, angel?"
"What have I done to deserve a reward?" He snorted a laugh.
"I would have not escaped if you did not show," she reminded leaning against the table, "Your father would have done much to me, you and I both know it is true."
Raphael sat back and stared at the woman before him. A small breeze flew and strands of her hair followed before it settled against her face.
'Eve, how strange he would create someone like you to destroy the very fabric of what we are,' he thought to himself.
"I said a lot of things when we returned," Raphael grinned, "Adam must hate me."
