Evelyn's POV
My face felt like it was going to burst. The heat crawled up my neck, into my cheeks, and settled there like a brand. Every breath I drew seemed too loud in the hush of his chambers. I tried to force my eyes to the far wall, to any place that would give me cover from the impossible sight standing before me, but my gaze betrayed me, it kept darting back, snatching forbidden glimpses as though some traitorous part of me wanted to memorize the shape of him.
There were droplets of water still threading along the planes of his body, catching the light in slick, obscene lines. I told myself not to look at the obvious place, down there, because it would be shameful and it would mean something I did not want to mean. I had no right to be affected like this. I despised him. I hated what he'd done. I hated that he'd decided my pain for me and slaughtered men in my name. I hated that he had taken my revenge before I could have it.
And yet....
