Her eyes widened as she noticed the sudden fury in him. He had no idea how many times she had fantasized about making a pillow for him out of her hair, how many times she had considered having it all cut off to stop the fantasy from haunting her. But she'd changed her mind at the last minute, unable to deny herself even the most agonizing thoughts of him.
She smirked. 'How many times, Raphael?' she inquired quietly.
His lips pursed. 'More than I care to consider!'
'Even after you reconciled with Lora?'
'There hasn't been a day that I haven't thought about you,' he rasped. 'Of what I want to do to you.'
'Raphael, vengeance is a destructive emotion.' The vehemence in his voice made her shiver.
'Vengeance,' he said slowly again. 'Yes,' he said softly. 'However, it can be a very satisfying emotion.'
