The elegant white carriage with gold trim sways back and forth, yet Evaleen can feel Vareon’s gaze steadily fixed upon her.
“At least you’ve stopped crying, but I really wish you’d lighten up a bit. I hate being around depressing people..” Vareon cautions her with a cocky smile on his face.
Evaleen moves her eyes from the scenery outside to Vareon’s hand as he sensually takes a lock of Mariah’s hair between his fingers. He brings it to his nose and gives it a long deep sniff before using it to tickle at her subtle cleavage. Mariah looks straight ahead, silent and broken. Evaleen can feel a shiver of repulsiveness creep through her. She wants to start crying again when she sees his hand reach under the young Elven woman’s dress. Suddenly he stops and looks to Evaleen.
“Move over there my
