It was after a long time spent in silence, with Eva nestled in his arms, that Christian finally raised himself up, propping himself against the back of the bed.
Even then, he didn't let go of her, and Eva just lifted her head, and spoke.
"Did anything out of the ordinary happen to you recently? Like, are you okay?"
'Is she asking about the assassin thing?'
As Christian wondered silently, he still replied with a smile.
"How do I look in your eyes?"
He intended to brush things off for now, planning to have a serious talk with her later. For now, he just wanted to relax in her presence, after all.
But Eva, held his injured hand, now bandaged, and brought it between them and said.
"In my eyes, you look injured."
As she said that, she brought his hand toward her lips and began kissing it, her pained expression making Christian feel a little stifled. He didn't like seeing her worry about him.
