Orion’s POV:
She looked at me, her eyes still that unnatural moss green. The color irritated me. It wasn’t her color. It wasn’t the piercing blue that used to hold me captive, the same blue I had fallen for years ago.
My fingers itched to reach out and rip the lenses from her eyes, to see the real Evangeline staring back at me instead of this carefully constructed illusion.
My frustration had gotten the better of me earlier. I’d tied her up, covered her eyes, gagged her—maybe out of paranoia, maybe because I knew that if I so much as loosened my grip for a second, she’d slip away again. Just like before.
She had been unconscious for three hours. Longer than expected. Her body was probably exhausted in her feverish state—after all, we hadn’t given her so much as a sip of water, unlike
