In a way, the look in his eyes was not so foreign after all… It echoed the remanence of that same glare he'd had on within her most recent dream or… Nightmare.
Silas held her figure so close his warm breath ricocheted against her earlobe then back to him.
In the face of all the efforts Arabella put in, her gemstones refused to meet his diamonds as the grin adorning his lips discouraged them from doing so.
The young woman's heart pumped blood twice if not thrice as fast through her streams, shortening her breath as a result.
Silas watched amused as the pale ivory around her face gradually switched to a scarlet one, deepening by the second, all the while tightening his hold around her waist, drawing her closer to himself ever so slowly.
"Where did all of that confidence go?"
