Chapter 86 – Evelyne POV
Daphne suddenly rises.
And for a heartbeat—I hate how it happens—a pang of disappointment blooms sharp and heavy in my chest. Like I was expecting something more. Like I wanted something more.
She notices, of course.
She always does.
Amusement curls at the edge of her mouth as her gaze lingers on me—far too knowing, far too steady. Then I hear it. The dull thud of her boot hitting the floor, and then the second one. The soft shuffle of fabric and leather.
I swallow.
My heart skips.
The room feels hotter than it should.
And before I can piece a coherent thought together, her hand wraps around my ankle.
"D-Daphne—?" My voice cracks.
She doesn't respond. Doesn't need to.
With a smirk tugging at her lips, she drags me toward her with practiced ease, the silken bed sheets rustling beneath me.
I slide down with a startled gasp, my body following the momentum, until I'm lying flat on the plush bedding, my hair fanning out behind me like spilled ink.
