Delphinia lay on her side, staring blankly at the ceiling of Evander's room, her thoughts a chaotic mess of annoyance, disbelief, and… was that warmth? She groaned and shoved a pillow over her face, trying to shut out the confusing emotions.
To her, Evander Walton was many things.
He was cunning—always scheming, always a step ahead.
Manipulative—she'd lost count of how many times he'd backed her into a corner with a mere smile.
Arrogant, selfish, and oh-so-annoying.
But damn it all, he was also handsome.
That annoying thought refused to leave her alone. His sharp jawline, the way his dark hair fell just right, and those piercing eyes that seemed to see straight through her—everything about him was infuriatingly flawless.
And yet, this ridiculously perfect, irritating guy was her husband. A marriage born of circumstance, riddled with complications, and yet here she was… in his room. No, not just his room. His bed.
