"You are so warm," Evelina murmured, caressing his light stubbled cheeks in her hands. Slowly, she laid his head on her lap, her fingers tracing the bite marks on his neck. "Have I taken a lot from you? Perhaps I should have been careful, too."
Her sufferings came to an end when the day had ended as well. It was past midnight, and the crescent moon was on its highest peak.
Evelina removed a fallen leaf from his sleeping face, wanting to see more of his features under the gleaming moonlight, to trace them with naught but the tip of her fingers.
She sighed.
West had really made his way to prove his confidence in her. Meanwhile, she had been thinking of running away again. She knew that she would not. Yet her mind played with that thought, especially after remembering the expressions she had last seen them with.
Remembering how she attacked Freeda.
