She leaned back against him before putting her hands under the bubbles, and he would see a flame glowing under the water.
“You like it?” she mused, increasing the flame so that bubbles rose to the surface. “I could also make a flower grow here.”
She frowned at him, raising one dark eyebrow. "I'm nothing special, Warns. You would do well to remember that. It's all just random."
She wrapped her arms around his neck gently, resting her head in the curve. "Maybe. But only because they think I'm going to stop Armageddon."
"Sariel only thinks I'm anything special because I was chosen and I'm pretty sure Zad's just using me until Michael's taken care of. Don't worry, Warner. I don't have any misgivings about my purpose."
She laughed, sounding a little sad. "Sure, but would they have been if I hadn't brought relief and hope to them? I'm not their type of person, Warns. Even as it is, Zad still almost broke my skull open yesterday-literally. I can't help but wonder if there was some feeling behind that."
“I can’t help but wonder if Zad only felt badly about the attack because his weapon against Michael might be damaged.”
"It's not really a harsh thing," she said with a small shrug. "I think you love me, and that's so lovely, but I wouldn't be angry if other people didn't love me, you know?"
