Warlord Ch 91. Instinct
But before he could so much as lean closer, Evelyn's eyes snapped open. Her instincts kicked in like a spell firing off on reflex. In a heartbeat, she'd thrown off the blanket, her body shifting as she moved with lightning speed, flipping him onto his back and pinning him to the bed with a fierceness that made his head spin.
He barely had a second to process what was happening before her hand crackled with magic.
"It's me, Evelyn. It's me," he blurted out, his voice a mix of surprise and a bit of pleading. He was half afraid she might actually blast him with a spell just for startling her.
Evelyn blinked, her expression softening as the sharp edge in her eyes faded, replaced with recognition. Her hand relaxed, the magic dissipating as she shook her head, her posture unwinding. "Damian… you startled me," she said, her tone carrying a trace of apology. She pulled herself off him, taking a deep breath as she settled back onto the bed.
