Evaline:
We lay in each other's arms for what felt like forever before I finally spoke, my voice hoarse and quiet.
"So," I murmured, lifting my head slightly to look at him. "Are you still planning to scold me for going behind your back?"
His lips curved faintly, though his eyes - sharp, deep, impossible to read - didn't soften. "You think that's not coming?" he asked, one brow arching in amusement and disbelief.
I tried to smile, but it came out weak, tired. "I thought maybe you would forget after what just happened."
That earned a quiet laugh from him - the kind that barely reached his lips but still managed to make my chest ache. "Evaline," he said in that low, smooth tone of his, "if you think you can charm your way out of this, you are more reckless than I thought."
I sighed, resting my head back on his chest. "Worth a try," I muttered.
