EVELYN
Once the door was closed, Cole approached and stood in front of me, his dark eyes trailing over me as if I was something to eat though the rest of his expression was calm.
Another step closer and then his finger rested on my shoulder and played with the strap of my slip dress. His fingertips gently brushed against my skin but despite his touch, his expression remained cold and bored, as if he had little interest in me or my body.
A stark contrast to the story his eyes told me.
“Why have you come tonight, Evelyn?” the golden-haired King asked me, his voice low. “Forgive me if I’m wrong, but hadn’t you cried and begged me to let go of you the other day in my study? Interesting that you’re back here unsummoned.”
I didn’t answer because I wasn’t good at lying and I was afraid that
