EVE.
Saint just stood at the foot of the bed, arms folded, eyes locked on me with that unholy calm, like I was a puzzle he was in no rush to solve. I felt like death itself was sizing me up.
Then he finally spoke again.
"I told myself, if I ever saw you again... I wouldn't say a word." He paused and tilted his head. "...Just let you scream while I took back everything you stole. Inch by inch."
He circled to the side of the bed, running a finger along the leather restraint like he was checking the tension on a violin string. Then his voice turned softer and even deadlier.
"But look at you. Right here. In my bed. Tied like a f*****g gift." He lowered his face to mine, and I could feel his cold breath.
"The Goddess made it too easy, Eve."
I tried to look away.
"Look at me," he said
