I don’t turn around, but I feel Evelynn swiftly jump into bed beside me, no doubt covering herself with the sheet.
“I have news. News that cannot wait,” Silas informs me.
“And what is this pressing news that cannot wait?”I press, my irritability clear in my tone, wanting nothing more than to play with Evelynn.
“We’ve found them.” A slow, arrogant grin spreads across his face.
I return his smile. “Get everyone together now. Give the orders. We ride within the hour.”
“What about the girl?” Silas asks, pointing to Evelynn beside me.
I turn and look at her. Her doe-like eyes are wide with fear of the unknown as she looks between Silas and me.
“She comes with us,” I state. “Leverage.”
She frowns, giving me a disapproving look.
“Something you want to say?” I press.
She instantly drops her expression and shakes her head. “No.”
“Good. Silas, find her some clothes that are sensible for riding,” I order.
“Sure thing,” he answers, before leaving and closing the door behind him.
I look to her. “Shower and get dressed,” I order.
“I think I’ll wait until he brings me the cl?—”
A light tap on the door cuts her off as Silas walks in with a pile of clothes. He places them on the bed next to her before turning and leaving again.
“How… how did he get these so fast?” she breathes, holding up each item of clothing. “And the right size?” she adds, her brow furrowed in utter bafflement. It almost makes her look cute.
Because of our enhanced speed and our heightened sight, we can see details that no human will ever see.
I want to answer. Instead, I say, “The closet is just across the hall. Go shower and get dressed.”
She looks at me like she wants to argue, but presses her mouth into a thin line, nods, then swiftly walks to the bathroom.
I hear the shower turn on. I don’t dare move until I hear her step into it. Then I walk towards the door, listening and watching her through the crack.
“Go get in the shower, get dressed,” she says in a high-pitched, mocking voice. “Keep calm, Evelynn, keep fucking calm,” she tells herself. “Last thing I need is for my mouth to get me into trouble. Or he’ll be like, ‘Something you want to say?’” she continues, trying to impersonate me. “I mean, what is with his accent? American, British, French?” She keeps talking to herself, and I watch on with fascination. “Something is weird here. I can feel it. I just need to do as they say, then I will be free to go and get as far away from here as possible,” she sighs.
She finishes washing herself in silence.
Not wanting to wait any longer, I walkin, my movement fluid and silent. She doesn’t hear me enter the shower behind her. Her body is soapy and wet. I reach past her for the shower gel.
She lets out a loud scream and spins around to face me.
“What the fuck?!” she screeches.
“I need to shower. You were taking too long.” I shrug and start washing myself.
Her gaze flickers to my hands on my body.
She clears her throat. “You touch me, and I will scream,” she says, her voice cracking with fear.
I tilt my head slightly, my arrogance rising to the surface. “My lovers always do.”
