Evangeline kept her head lowered as the carriage rolled through the dark road. The seat beneath her was soft, too fine for someone like her and she didn't know where to look.
Staring around Lord Hades's carriage felt rude, but looking at him felt dangerous. She'd already embarrassed herself once before—caught admiring him like a fool—and she wasn't going to let it happen again. So she kept her eyes on her shoes.
They were covered in mud, the leather cracked and dull, and guilt crept through her chest at the thought of dirtying his fine carpet. She tried to brush them clean, but it was no use without moving. So she quietly slid her feet under the seat, hoping he wouldn't notice.
But what she wasn't aware was how every single movement she did was under his eyes, noted by him diligently even to the point of knowing how shallow her breaths were.
