Cissa gripped at his chest and the couch as she tried to get free of him. "Let go!" she said, then she took a hard look at him.
Something wasn't right. Alyssa not coming, him being so happy, the touching, the kissing, a now this? She should have known better, especially when he started kissing her. He seemed so happy about it, like he never had before. And his eyes. Those weren't Neville's eyes. They looked like them, that was for sure, but that was only one thing. There was a hard, coldness behind them.