Sylas threw the blanket over her body after lying her down on the bed. She was fast asleep, and he watched her face for a while.
Her disguise was strong, but she wasn't going to follow anyone for long with the layers of fake skin for that long.
That was why he had taken it upon himself to tweak it himself.
He'd gently peeled off the layers of skin and wiped off the makeup. Now, she was lying there with her real face.
The nose he knew.
Lips he knew so well.
Skin he wanted to merge himself with.
He almost wanted to leave her like this for a while, because he had missed her way too much. His hands were still trembling from holding her, and no amount of control could make them stop.
The control she had over him was frightening. Imagine having all the power one could ever possess and still trembling from the slightest touch from your woman, even when she's sleeping.
That's just plain scary.
He found it deeply enthralling.
