The Fallen Empress

umiliated, Evelyn vanished

he sought her out-not out of pity, but for pleasure. He would show up

nst a cold brick wall one night. His lips ghosted

And yet, her bo

very whispered word-it was

e kne

s tracing the curve of her waist. "No matte

e him away, to scream, to make him pay for everything he had done. But the way his breath fanned against her skin,

he spat, tilting her

in, his lips brushing against the shell of her

ling with ragged breaths. "You may have taken

rawled, his eyes gleaming with something dark,

er standing in the shadows, burning with rage,

arter was no

for

ed on his own arrogance. And when that day came, she w