Their eyes locked, as their hearts thumped in sync.
Although there was a constant image of Ares in her head, Angel remembered what it felt like to like Zane.
The times she would successfully sneak out of the house to go find Tony.
Zane would be there to wait with her if Tony wasn't around.
They talked about everything, and it was so easy to do that with him.
Age had even been kinder to him. There was also just the gentility he radiated.
A little different from the calmness of Ares, which was just a shield for the darkness he was capable of.
Zane didn't have any of that darkness. He was pure. He was light.
"Munchkins, can I—" a heavy knock sounded on the door, interrupting the moment.
Angel's eyes went to the door, as annoyance flashed through it.
"Who is it?" She called.
The door pushed open, and Xander walked into the room.
His eyes went straight to Zane's hands on Angel, as he measured their closeness.
Any other man would have taken off his hand, but not Zane.
