Erevus froze. He glanced down at her already exposed skin and torn undergarments. His body warmed at the thought of her. His face went stern as he laid her on his legs.
He whispered, “I know how you would feel about this, so I promise to keep it as proper as I can, I promise.”
Keeping his eyes firmly on her face, he tore apart her bodice and white undergarment, exposing her chest and abdomen. Not allowing his eyes to stray any lower than her shoulders, he pulled her clothes off of her. Lilian quickly pulled Isadora’s shoes. Lilian paused, looking up at Erevus. The iron shackle was still around her ankle. He scowled. It was a grim reminder of Torrin’s hold on Isadora, a reminder of how she could not be his because of the chains Torrin had on her.
Erevus shook his head, not wanting to
