Evangeline stood up from her seat, her movements no longer hurried, but deadly and deliberate. She walked until the space between them contracted to a mere hand span, She tilted her head back to meet his freezing blue gaze, her dark eyes flashing with a dangerous, volatile electricity.
Before he could utter another sterile formality, her hand sliced through the dim candlelight, swinging blindly to slap the mocking composure right off his painted face.
But her palm froze, hovering a mere inch away from his cheek. The air between her hand and his skin throbbed with unspent violence.
Silver didn't even blink.He simply stared down at her through the hollow eyes of his mask, completely unbothered by the threat of her wrath.
"Why do you never move?" Evangeline whispered, her voice cracking slightly under the weight of her frustration. "Why do you never even try to defend yourself when I attempt to hurt you?"
