Evangeline stared at the man with giddy eyes as she walked towards him. He still looked the same. She'd never imagined that she would find him so suddenly. He was the one who had gotten away.
Lucifer, he'd called himself. Like the fallen angel. And she'd always thought that the name suited him. He seemed to be engrossed in the amber liquid before him. As she walked even closer that he did not have a lip ring anymore. She felt regret for a moment. That cold metal against her lips when he'd kissed her...
Before she could reach the man, her assistant walked over to her, "Princess? Are you ready to leave?"
Evangeline looked at her assistant with irritation before taking a deep breath to calm herself. There was no point in creating a scene. "Tell everyone to retreat. I'd like some time to myself. I need a drink."
The assistant nodded in understanding while confirming," Only one security guard will..."
