It wasn't exactly his feelings about Evianna that had Zayne struggling. But every since he had met her, the softer side of him, the compassionate side, had been acting up. Was she getting inside his mind, playing with his emotions? He had never been this messed up before. He knew he couldn't let this side of him show, even to her. He tried everything he could to lock away all of the emotion that this little angel had stirred up inside him. 'Demons hate angels. That is the way that it is always supposed to be.' He got to his feet, feeling suffocated by everything that was swirling within his mind. 'I should see what Nerezza is up to.'
The next morning, Zayne brought down a plate with eggs and toast. He snuck into the storm cellar room where Evianna was, finding her peacefully asleep on one of the bunks. The little bit of sunlight that got in from the tiny barred off glass pane near the ceiling cast a pale light upon her, making her hair glisten. Her wings, so pearly white, lay curled against her back. Some part of him wanted to pluck the colorless feathers off, one by one, and listen to the agony such a thing would surely cause. Another part of him was revolted at the sight of her, such garish beauty; it was unnatural. And then, of course, there was that sliver of him that just wanted to touch those perfect wings of hers. But he just placed the plate on the edge of the opposite bed, and turned to leave. When he had gone to talk to Nerezza the night before, she had said she wanted to meet Evianna. It was a perfect idea; and a terrible one.