Her shaky eyeballs trailed Verenita's movement as she walked away. Scared and tensed, Rosalie looked down once her figure had vanished from sight.
She didn't want to look him in the face, not to talk about his eyes.
Rosalie sighed softly, wishing her breath to sound as quietly as possible and not reveal much of the frenzy she was experiencing inside of her. Because it had come to her realization that he always manages to know when she's unsettled even without her physically exposing herself.
"My Lord, You said you need to speak to me?" She prompted, noticing, and literally feeling his constant peer raked her body. She felt it on her skin. Not just the harsh cold, his hot eyes on her as well.
"Yes." His deep voice sounded out, with a faint tinge of masculine huskiness that made her stomach tumble.
"I'm listening." She mused. Denying her emotions the permission to be revealed through her voice.
