Lust of a Dragon
barely a whisper.
"Just look at me, Evie," I whispered, stretching out one hand to touch her face, brush away her tears. Her touch would be a balm against the fiery uncertainty coiling under my skin. Like cool water after a burn.
She flinched, crawling backward. "You don't deserve my eyes."
"Evie—"
"My name is Evelyn. I'm a princess. Next in line for the throne. Who the fuck are you? Some scum-sucking bottom dweller. A snake," she seethed. Her chest rose and fell quickly, so much venom in her voice.
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