Eva Nightingale was held by him, and the first sensation was cold, with his large calloused hands; he handled guns often.
He tightened his grip slightly, then tightened it again, and then let go.
Just as Eva Nightingale was about to withdraw her hand, he grabbed her delicate wrist, pulled hard, and she dropped into the seat next to him.
Eva Nightingale: "..."
Why does it feel like all his domineering ways should be justified.
Victor Gale offered her a bowl of bone soup, cautiously saying, "Don't be mad, think of me as... your uncle."
He looked at her, with big eyes and peach-colored eyeshadow, but her pupils were light blue, a delicate blue, elegant and beautiful, complemented by her blue gemstone necklace, very pretty.
"Thank you, Uncle." She remained polite.
For some reason, Victor Gale felt oppressively intimidating; just now, mom said Bennett listens to him, could he be...
