Since the moment she had met him, Violet had denied her feelings. She was sure it wasn't anything close to love, but there was no denying her intense attraction to Cain.
Enough that there had been times she couldn't tear her eyes away from his body. Now, that same body was practically being offered to her on a silver platter, and yet, here she was, summoning the audacity to say no.
Do you really think you'll meet anyone more handsome? she thought bitterly. Moreover… once all of this is over, I'll leave, right?
Steeling her resolve, she turned around, her gaze locking on Cain. He had put on a robe, the fabric clinging loosely to his muscular frame as he tied it around his waist. Though his posture was relaxed, his every movement seemed to ignore her presence entirely, as if she didn't exist.
