Eden’s Point of View

Theron and I stood in silence, my hair in the wind. Uriel was long gone; he left the moment Theron threatened to bite him.

Theron kept his distance, but he was close enough for me to see him; he wasn’t in the best of shape, he seemed thinner, and his stubbles were noticeable, even though it made him look more masculine, it was easy to tell that something bothered him—half of me was excited to see him, I wanted to jump in his arms, the other half was angry.

I ...