with fiery eyes and dreams no one could steal
She drives on through the night anticipating
'Cause he makes her feel the way she used to feel
She rushes to his arms,
They fall together
She whispers that it's only for awhile
She swears that soon she'll be comin' back forever
She pulls away and leaves him with a smile
You can't hide your lyin' eyes
And your smile is a thin disguise
I thought by now you'd realize
There ain't no way to hide your lyin' eyes
The bed is rumpled, still, the sheets probably warm if he bothered to brush his fingers over them. If he closes his eyes, concentrates, he can catch the scent of her perfume in the air, overlaying the musky odor of sex. His skin is sensitive where it's healed from the rake of her nails and the bite of her teeth, marks of passion spent he'll never bear for long, so the room, those pieces of her that linger in his flat are all that he has left. He had to be careful with her, of course, more careful than is his wont, ensuring to leave her unmarked, sending her back to her husband looking untouched, though if he doesn't know where she has been, then he's more of a fool than Adam thought. He has to know. They all know. She's good, but she's not that good.
There was a time, once upon a time, when he thought she could be his. More than these stolen moments, more than an affair in shadows. He likes to tell her she is, remind her of just how far he's in her life, an indelible mark upon her mind and soul that she'll never truly escape, but it's another man's ring on her finger, another man's bed she spends most of her time in, and he has to content himself with these visits. He presses, on occasion, winding words around her with reminders of just what it could be like, the two of them together, always, away from Arthur's poisonous influence and control. But the boy changes things, he knows. She murmurs against his lips, soft promises of someday, if she can find a way, that it's him she loves, that she's his, and one day it will be the two of him. She'll be his Eve in their new Eden. Just wait until they strike, until they can carry out the plan, and then it will be the two of them, she swears it.
He knows she's lying, but he kisses her back softly, and for a while he pretends she's not.
And stares out at the stars up in the sky
Another night, it's gonna be a long one
She draws the shade and hangs her head to cry
She wonders how it ever got this crazy
She thinks about a boy she knew in school
Did she get tired or did she just get lazy?
She's so far gone she feels just like a fool
My, oh my, you sure know how to arrange things
You set it up so well, so carefully
Ain't it funny how your new life didn't change things
You're still the same old girl you used to be
It's still chilly enough that he lights a fire in the fireplace, settling in front of it with a glass of whiskey, staring into the flames. There's a feeling nagging at the back of his mind that he shouldn't be doing this, that he's playing with fire. He taught her too well, perhaps. For all his confident swagger, his surety, the truth is she told Nathan to kill him. Things have changed. She's not the girl he knew, but he keeps trying to believe she's in there, his Angela, the one he loved more than perhaps he ever told her, more than he ever told anyone. But she's a woman now. A woman who sent her son to blow up half the city. Who let their son believe his brother was dead--no matter how useful that turned out to be for him. She's become the woman he'd set out to mold her into, and that makes her dangerous.
The others won't approve. They'll call him mad. They'll question his judgment and maybe they'll be right. Claire and Hiro wll be the only two who even truly understand his possible reasoning, and both of them will see every landmine in it, because the reasoning is madness in and of itself. Oh, he can rationalize it. She has information they need. It is better to consolidate than fight a war on two fronts. It makes sense, doesn't it? His eyes fall closed. There are so many secrets, so many lies, so many webs woven through time, and she knows them. Where so many others don't, really, she knows him. Knows him well enough to play him, as he knows her well enough to play her. It makes them worthy opponents; it makes them even better allies.
But he doesn't know which they are. And he doesn't know which is more dangerous.