"..."
Fisher stared intently at the arrow in the other's arms. In just an instant, his chest roared like a rumbling engine, his breath suddenly intensified by the flames pushing against him. The searing heat from the flames created an irresistible force, making Fisher instinctively stand, his gaze locked on the Evil Angel lying sideways on the hammock.
In just one second, the distance between Fisher and Helair closed to within reach, and the strand of silk linking them went from taut to slack.
Fisher grasped her pale wrist, raising it above her head, passing through the faintly flickering, almost ethereal Light Halo on her head. As if savoring aged wine, Fisher could no longer resist lowering his head, biting hard into her lips, while Helair, unsurprised, slightly tilted her head to gently respond to Fisher's advance.
