He should've stayed away.
Instead, he watched her through glass, like a sinner watching a sanctuary. A hundred reasons to walk away warred with the single, undeniable truth curling tight in his stomach: he couldn't.
Not anymore.
Morrigan stirred suddenly, shivering, as if she felt something too.
Samael stepped back into the shadows before she could turn.
He disappeared into the rain, jaw clenched, coat fluttering behind him like a second skin. Every step away felt harder than it should've.
Because she was thinking of him.
And he -despite guilt, despite fear, despite centuries of silence- was thinking of her.
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