Evelyn
Alexander looks beautiful in a way that truly grates me. It’s as if every detail of him is designed to bring out his eyes.
The deep set of them and his strong bone structure frame them. His bronze skin contrasts with the blue color to make them pop. Even his white-blond hair in its disheveled state highlights the way the light seems to play with the varying shades of blue in his irises.
It is unfair how attracted I am to my dad’s killer.
Alexander’s gaze dips to my shirt that’s still open in a revealing way. Then he narrows his eyes at his sister.
Emma glares right back. “I helped her change her bandage, you possessive freak.”
Alexander’s glare shifts to concern as his eyes dart back to my bandage.
“The wound looks fine,” Emma assures him. “It’s healing really slowly because
