“Are you going to come with me, Chel?” Lexx asked before he could stop himself. The words were loose before he could stop them and they had an immediate chilling affect on the moment. Chel stepped back and looked at Lexx, a torn expression clouding her face. She had thought about this. It was written across her face.
Lexx tried to hide any reaction as Chel’s right hand slipped into his, gripping it warmly. He brushed her hair back with his free hand, staring into her eyes. She wasn’t saying anything. Was that a good or bad thing?