Helaine
Whipping around to look behind me, my lips parted in surprise at the large wheel, padded with gorgeously detailed burgundy leather.
My fingers ran over the intricate patterns embossed into it, skulls and roses similar to the details on Evan’s coffin rendered in detail that must have taken years to achieve on a scale this large. Deep in concentration, my tongue slid along the seam of my lips in appreciation.
“Do you like it?” His hands trailed up my hips, his touch feather-light, as he pressed himself against me, telling me that he’s been just as eager for this day to come as I have. “I didn’t build the wheel, but the leatherwork is all mine.”
“You made this?” Craning my neck to look back at him, I couldn’t hide how impressed I was. “It must have taken—”
“Years, yeah.” He chuck
