(18+) Valerian Cross 22    

 

"Shut up!"

 

Evelyn's heart pounded—not in fear, but in exhilaration.

His eyes burned into hers, sharp and dangerous, yet slightly unfocused. The wine had done its job, clouding his usually calculating mind. His face was flushed, his lips slightly parted as if he were fighting between speaking and acting.

 

Evelyn chuckled, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Looks like I struck a nerve." She leaned back slightly, watching him with a knowing smirk. "Well, she's at that age—it's only natural for her to fall for someone. Though, I have to say . . ." She tilted her head, feigning curiosity. "Out of all people, a vampire? No wonder you're seething, drowning your sorrows and disappointment in here."

 

"You talk too much," he growled, his voice rough with intoxication.