The betrayal in his eyes were there, piercing through her like a dagger that yearned to carve into the depths of her being. She squirmed with a shake of her head, remembering the air upon her breasts while an arm lifted to shield them. Dignity was returning, the human aspects that were forced upon her. Rage, frustration, but no regrets were seen. Only the fury that quickly grew with the man, who now questioned who the creature within his bed was.<br/><br/>He took her words and twisted them, seeing nothing wrong in his act. True she was beyond human yet it didn't change fact of what he did, believing that she was simply a mortal when his hands closed around her throat. All was healed, scars smoothed over with a simple stroke of a paintbrush. Her heart however still ached, the pain now becoming unbearable to his fury.<br/><br/>"Roan!" His name was silk upon her voice, sweetly mixed with desperation. Iris crawled across the disheveled sheets toward him, grasping his hand just as he began to stand. What would happen if she told him? If she revealed all that was her? The lies, the masks, would he see her longingly or would his rage heighten to her fake life among his kind? It was too late for fables, after what he had seen he demanded an explanation. Her mind shattered, gathering the words to speak while reality swarmed with her past. Would she sound delusional? What if she truly was human, and everything was but a gash in her mental process?<br/><br/>"You see my kind in your dreams, in your art, you knew well of what I am before we even met," She broke, words wavering and begging him to listen. "Don't leave, please, you're the only one who understands my world and it's shadows." Another tear fell, but this time for him. Her eyes pleaded and hand tugged, calling for him to sit beside her once more. Monster or not, the angel wanted no distance between them at that moment.