And that's when she saw it.

Her sisters dark eyes, transfixed on a few bodies littered in front of her.

Angel held back a gasp of horror at the sight of her sister.

She wasn't one to judge, for murder was something she did to survive. It paid her bills. It put food on her table.

But the sight of her little sister, holding a bloody knife, it made her want to squirm and never ever take another contract again.

'Angel?' A soft voice whispered.

Angel blinked, the daymare drifted from her head, like clouds dispersing to give way to sunshine.

'Yes?' She asked, sitting up straight, trying to root herself back into reality.

A hand was on her shoulder, it was gently squeezing.

'Are you alright?' The person asked, their eyes held a knowing look. They knew of Angel's feelings.

No. She couldn't let anyone know how she felt. That was a signature thing for her. She was cold. Isolated. Not a messy heap of emotions.

'Yes. Just thinking. You know me, always deep in thought.' Angel replied, although her words didn't come out as strong and cold as she wanted them to.

'I know.' The person, his name Carson, sat next to Angel. The bed they were sitting on freaked as his weight shifted.

'I can't help worrying about you.' Carson added, his bright blue, icy eyes met her equally bright blue eyes.

Something was there between them, something different. It was like feeling static coarse through your fingers while feeling a specific cloth.

He leaned toward her, his hand slowly pushed a hair away from her eyes. He began to ease closer to her face.

To be continued...
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