B t V S / A
C O U N T I N G . . .
Five minutes to go. Twenty-three hours of waiting.
She isn’t coming. Spike knows that he should have guessed, but his stupid
heart always hopes anyway.
Even if she does turn up now, it’s too late – some romantic she was.
He wonders if she’s been delayed. Perhaps something nasty decided tonight was
good for a little mayhem.
It was more than sex, wasn’t it? He thought he’d meant something to her.
One minute and he’ll know.
Fine. Angel was right again; he was too optimistic to hope that
Illyria would understand Valentine’s Day.