Silver stared up at her for a long, agonizing moment.
Despite the erratic pulse of chaos burning in his blood, the sight of her sitting atop him—illuminated only by the soft, flickering candlelight—ignited a bone-deep ache that had been gnawing at his soul for weeks. Every single day she had been absent from his sight felt like a endless sentence in purgatory.
Slowly, deliberately, Silver shifted his weight and sat up on the bed.
The fluid movement brought Evangeline directly into his lap. Her dark silk gown pooled softly around his thighs, and a triumphant, teasing smile curved her lips as she looked down at him.
"So..." she whispered, her crimson eyes gleaming, "you have finally decided to obey?"
