Zamiel woke up and was about to leave when he sensed her fragile arms pull him back to the bed. She had already woken up. He licked his lips, and took one last look at the lady he had devoured the night before.

"You are leaving!" She asked him, with such a tender voice.

"Yes," he replied plainly, trying to ignore the fact that her voice made him feel all icky on the inside.

He didn't like the feeling. Each time he heard her voice, he felt drawn to her. They had barely known each other for twenty four hours and he was already used to her voice.

"Will I...