He had been alone most of his adult life. It was scabbed over, but the skin around the scab was red and irritated, most likely from her clothes and own body rubbing against the wound. XXNX She was still looking around when she heard him putting his keys on the table and take off his jacket. Angel was like a circus animal, bred in captivity. He had already seen Angel’s body once. On the same wall as the door, opposite the kitchen, was a large closet. And they could do it in a way that made them appear much older than they were. He splashed a handful of cool water on his face before leaning on the edge of the sink to look in the mirror at himself. “No,” he corrected, turning to look at Angel. Angel winced ever so slightly, not wanting Dante to know
