Vincent watched as the girl slept. As soon as they'd returned to the cottage Evelyn had collapsed on the bed, exhausted. She was snuggled down into the covers, her face peaceful in sleep. Sitting in an armchair Vincent simply watched her, smoking a cigar and drinking a glass of whiskey he'd brought with him from Hearthshire.
On the table lay his weapons. Just having his sword and bow nearby eased some of the tension within him. It had unnerved him to no end to be so vulnerable, with no wolf or weapons to protect himself or Eve.
He ran a hand over his freshly trimmed beard, scratching under his chin. Earlier he'd nearly shaved it off completely, but the horrified look on Eve's face when he'd mentioned shaving had stopped him. If his Evelyn liked it then he would keep it.
Shifting in his
