Because of her hot palms, which melted the snow, the ledge was covered with an ice crust. Her hand slipped and she lost her support. A whirlwind caught my hair, scattering the strands in the wind. The snowflakes froze, and then seemed to rush in the opposite direction. The flapping of wings, accompanied by a subtle rustle, similar to the chiming of crystal bells... Opening her eyes, she saw him again: snowflakes were falling from the crystal clear sky and breaking on the marble feathers of an angel. Such whiteness was blinding. “I didn’t know you were immortal too.” - he said rolling his eyes. "We need to come up with something urgently." - the girl thought. Concentrating all her strength on one single movement, she backhanded Cain in the face. Pale skin turned red. My palm stung mercilessly. He touched his bleeding lip in confusion. A red drop slid down. He grinned, not at all offended by what she did.