Recent content by Evadne

She let him lower her hand, let him take the comb from her fingers, her breath catching when his touch found her cheek. Sunfire warmth against her frozen skin. Gods… her eyes fluttered half closed for a moment, traitorous, hungry for the heat she hadn’t tasted in so long. Hunger coiled low in...

Evadne felt the shift in him, the war between want and restraint, the torment written in the tightening of his jaw, in the way he couldn’t quite breathe. Gods, it poured off him like heat from a forge, thickening the air around them, a warmth she hadn’t felt in a century. And still… Still he...

Evadne felt his gaze like a warm hand trailing over her skin, heavy and lingering, sinful in its own right. His heartbeat quickened, and the sound of it struck her like a chord plucked too hard, reverberating through her bones. Hunger unfurled, slow and molten, blooming not just in the hollow of...

Evadne froze when he said my lady. The way the words hesitated, the faint tremor of doubt in them struck her like a needle through the ribs. Gods, how desperate she must seem. How utterly pathetic. Her gaze fell, shame prickling beneath her skin. She had forgotten how to do this, how to speak...

Evadne’s lips parted in a small, breathy laugh, soft and sad at once, the sound of someone who’d almost forgotten how to laugh. The ache in her chest deepened at his words. Loneliness on the road… If only he knew the kind of loneliness she spoke of... “Your horse is fortunate,” she murmured...

Evadne leaned closer into his warmth, letting it seep through the thin barrier of her gown and the old cloak he’d draped around her. The ache of it almost made her dizzy. His pulse, steady against her arm, called to her like a drumbeat in the fog, and for a moment she imagined laying her head...

Evadne’s fingers curled lightly around the crook of his arm, the contrast between his heat and her cold so striking she almost flinched. His heartbeat thrummed beneath her touch and it took every ounce of control not to lean closer, not to tiptoe let her lips brush against the pulse at his...

Evadne froze as his fingers closed around hers... warm, steady, alive. The heat of him felt almost scalding against her cold skin, the pulse thrumming beneath his skin a rhythmic, merciless sound that filled her ears. How long had it been since she’d felt warmth like this? Her throat tightened...

Evadne looked at him sadly, that ghost of a smile still trembling at the corner of her mouth. She nodded at his apology, saying nothing as he crossed the room and retrieved the cloak. When he offered it, she accepted it with careful fingers, drawing it over her shoulders. The weight of it was...

Evadne’s brow furrowed at his words, her jaw tightening as she absorbed the mention of drained corpses. Foolish creatures. Reckless, gluttonous things that could never learn restraint. They would bring ruin to them all. A century of silence, and now knights came sniffing through the woods, to...

Evadne’s lips curved, not quite a smile, not quite a sneer, but something sharp enough to cut all the same. A slender brow lifted as she regarded him, amusement flickering like candlelight in her pale eyes. “Blood drinker?..” she echoed softly. Her brow knit faintly, the performance effortless...

Her lips curved faintly, the expression not quite reaching her eyes at his question about sleep, but she did not answer. Evadne tilted her head, watching him eat as though she were trying to recall the sensation herself, though the smell of the roasted venison turned her stomach, but it was his...

Evadne’s head lifted at the sound of his voice, muffled by stone, yet she heard it as clearly as if he stood beside her. The mortal’s pulse had slowed into sleep hours ago, and she had listened to its rhythm like a lullaby she could never follow into dreams. Now it was quickening again, the...

The door closed softly behind her, sealing him in the warmth of his chamber and her in the quiet chill of the corridor. For a long moment, Evadne stood there, hand resting against the wood as if she could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat through it. It had been so long. Years, decades...

Evadne lingered in the doorway, one hand resting lightly on the frame, her figure outlined by the fire’s glow. Shadows moved about her as if reluctant to let her go, pooling at her feet and crawling up the walls in long, languid tendrils toward him before she pulled them back again. For a...