Evangeline's mind buzzed like a short-circuited wire, thoughts tangling together into an unmanageable mess.
Every ounce of composure, every carefully maintained bit of restraint, crumbled under Cassian's gaze.
His fingertips, warm and featherlight, skimmed over her skin like an electric current, leaving a trail of tingling sensation in their wake.
The faint scent of his cologne surrounded her, a dangerously intoxicating mix of spice and warmth, pulling her deeper into his orbit.
'Dear God, why is this man so good at this?'
She was going to lose it.
Her breath hitched, her pulse raced, and for a split second, she almost—almost—considered just admitting it.
What was the point in denying it, anyway?
She was jealous.
But just as she was about to swallow her pride and own up to it, Cas
