Her molecules tangled with his, spinning through the fabric of reality. She could perceive it, even without a mind, and she was grateful. Without it, she might have lost him. That was something she was determined to kick his ass for, whenever they actually came to a stop. Mere seconds later, they did, and so hard that her knees dug into wood, splinters flying in every direction. Wait. Wood? Panting on her hands and knees, Eve looked up, her eyes squinting as they searched out her prey. The suicidal urge to kill him reared its head once more. That motherfucker. He’d tried to leave without her, tried to leave her all over again, after all they’d been through in the last few hours. After everything she’d been through the last few weeks. Her nails dug into the floor, the sound of wood peeling grating in the air. Four feet away from her, by the wall, Zeniel kneeled, also on his hands and knees. He wasn’t looking at her. Didn’t matter. Those red irises of his threw a glow on the floor, one so intense that it shot back up and illuminated his face.
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