With a sudden resolve in her eyes, Eva pivoted to face Sylvan, her gaze piercing and commanding.
For the first time, she exuded a strength that was both intimidating and mesmerizing, even to a demon like Sylvan.
He watched her, bewildered by the transformation as she uttered her demand.
"Take me away from this place," she declared, her voice firm and unwavering. "I refuse to be captured by them, and I won't remain here to watch the group fall when I lack the power to save them. Just get me out of here."
Sylvan's hands encircled Eva's cheeks, his touch both possessive and tender as he leaned in closer, savoring the intensity of her gaze. His lips curled into a wicked smile, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes.
"You've given me an order, Eva Sinclair," he murmured huskily, his voice tinged with desire. "And I must admit, it's a sensation I find rather... exhilarating. My thoughts, they're running wild with possibilities."
