was…something else.
EVE SILVER
15
His gaze dipped to her mouth—full lips, lush and
plump—and dipped lower to follow the thick silver
chain that snaked beneath the neckline of her dirtsmeared tank top to disappear between the generous
swell of her breasts. The room was like a meat locker,
and the distinct outline of her nipples left no doubt that
she was cold. He was in no hurry to look away; he
couldn’t help but appreciate the view.
I could warm her, ease her fear.
The uncharacteristic thought held distinct appeal.
Her breasts rose and fell with each rapid breath. He
dragged his gaze away, let it rake her at a more leisurely
pace, and he felt a distinct unease as he noticed things
he’d missed the first time around. Things like incredibly smooth, taut skin. Not a wrinkle. Not a line. Not
a single flaw.
Hell. He had no business staring at her breasts, her
nipples. He saw now that she wasn’t a woman at all.
Barely more than a kid. Nineteen, maybe twenty.
“How old are you?”
“Nineteen.” She frowned. “And a half.”
And a half.That sealed the deal. Too young. She was
far too young for him. And mortal, to boot. He generally didn’t bother with mortals. They were too…
human. There were more than enough female genies
and demigods in the Underworld to choose from if he
needed to scratch an itch.
But he’d pulled his gaze away too late. She’d seen
exactly where his attention had strayed.
“Old enough to put up a fight.” Her voice was low
