Chapter 5

Cole wore a black shirt, the collar slightly open.

His collar hung open, showing a hard line of chest muscle under the moonlight.

He smiled at me.

That smile looked far too dangerous for a poor rogue.

“Evelyn,” he said softly. “Did you miss me?”

I raised an eyebrow.

This was new.

He reached out and hooked a finger under my chin.

“Evelyn.”

His eyes curved slightly.

“You really are heartless.”

“You used me and threw me away.”

“Did I fail to please you?”

He leaned down until his lips almost touched mine.

His breath brushed my face.

I pressed a hand against his chest and smiled.

“Have you been training in a fox den?”

Before I could finish, he kissed me.

Fast and hard.

I struggled once.

He did not let go.

Instead, he pushed me down onto the bed.

One hand supported the back of my head.

His kiss went deep and fierce, as if he wanted to swallow me whole.

In the end, I bit his lip.

Cole gave a low laugh and pulled back a little.

“Evelyn, you bite.”

I glared at him, still catching my breath.

“You started it.”

He laughed again.

The sound came from deep in his chest and made my heartbeat stumble.

Then he leaned down again.

His lips moved lower.

Just then, the door was kicked open.

Cole paused.

Then he laughed softly.

“What a mood killer.”

His voice brushed my ear.

“I’ll come back next time.”

The moment he finished, he moved to the window and disappeared into the night.

I sat up on the bed and looked at the man standing at the door.

Damon stood there, covered in rage.

He walked toward me step by step.

His eyes were bloodshot.

“Who was he?”

His voice was rough.

He looked like he wanted to tear someone apart.

I only smiled at him.

I said nothing.

He stopped in front of me.

Then his hand shot out and closed around my throat.

His anger had finally broken through his reason.

“I asked you who he was.”

I could barely breathe.

My vision started to darken.

But somehow, I laughed.

“You... have no right to ask.”

“Rowan.”

I said the last word very lightly.

His eyes turned redder.

His fingers tightened.

“Whore.”

“Go to hell.”

I pulled the hairpin from my hair without thinking.

Then I stabbed him.

He hissed in pain and let go.

The hairpin sank into his shoulder.

Blood spread through his shirt.

He looked down at the wound.

Then he looked back at me.

“You knew I would never truly hurt you.”

“And you still stabbed me.”

He pressed a hand to his chest.

His eyes were full of disbelief.

I held my throat and gasped for air.

Tears fell from the corners of my eyes because I had nearly choked.

When he saw my face, his rage seemed to shrink.

He dropped to one knee before me.

His lips trembled.

“Evelyn...”

“I am Damon.”

“I’m not dead.”

“I won’t allow you to choose another male.”

“You can only be my wife.”

After saying that, he pulled the hairpin from his shoulder without changing expression.

Then he raised his hand and slid it back into my hair.

I looked at him for a long moment.

Then I laughed softly.

“What nonsense.”

“My husband died two years ago.”

“Rowan, you already have your own woman.”

“Don’t say such ridiculous things again.”

He froze.

“You should leave.”

“If anyone sees a brother-in-law in his widowed sister-in-law’s room at night, it won’t look good.”

After a long silence, he said, “Evelyn—”

“I told you to leave.”

“Get out!”

Why should he get to die when he wanted?

Why should he come back when he wanted?

I refused to recognize him.

I, Evelyn Hart, was never easy to fool.