Ezekiel scurried out of the room as if he was being chased by a demon. He could still feel the warmth he felt when her fingers touched her cheek. Electricity coursed through his body, agitating his still heart when her fingers touched his lips.
He let out a deep breath and looked up to find himself standing on the balcony. His feet had somehow subconsciously brought him here. He ruffled his hair frustratedly as he was quite disturbed by what happened before.
'So soft…'
Her voice kept ringing in his ears making him grit his teeth hard. He pulled at his collar irritably as he thought, 'It was just her blood that threatened me before yet now her voice was doing the same.'
'What on world is she'
She was like an enchantress - born to ruin him, captivating him under her spell. All she had to do was wave her finger and he would gladly place the world in her hands.
