The Judge’s hand was splayed over Angel’s chest. Dru looked on, fascinated, thrilled, getting on her hands and knees like a lioness.
“Well, you know, it kind of itches a little,” Angel tossed off, wincing. But nothing else happened. Dru kept waiting for the immolation.
Her Spike was angry. “Don’t just stand there. Burn him!”
Angel made a face. He was obviously enjoying himself. “Gee, maybe he’s broken.”
“What the hell is going on?” Spike demanded.
Dru got it. She knew.
“There is no humanity in him.” The Judge turned away, losing interest.
“Angel,” Dru breathed, awash in delirious joy.
Angel grinned at her. Looked deep into her eyes with a sinister, wonderful gleam. They were connecting right here, and right now, and she could barely contain herself.
“Yeah, baby,” he said, “I’m back.”