24 : A Sight To Behold

LUCIEN

I found myself yearning to check on Evangeline, a desire too strong to deny. It was a falsehood that I was simply curious if she was hard at work. I longed to witness the sight of her as she erased the bloodstain from the wall. I knew it would be a sight to behold.

When I stepped inside the mess hall, I stopped dead in my tracks, completely taken aback by the sight before me. She was kneeling on the floor in nothing but a black, flimsy lace bra, and her long arm was slowly wiping away the stain on the wall. Her gaze stayed fixed on her task while her hair was pulled up, exposing the silky column of her neck. My heart raced as a wave of heat surged through my veins.

Despite her submissive stance, she looked as though she called the shots in here. Her presence was so powerful, it was as if the entire hall was illuminated by her radiance. I heard her humming something as she washed the wall with the shirt she wore when I left her in this room, oblivious of my heated gaze on her.