Harold grinned when he saw Eve lying on the ground. His smile could not be any broader. He had been trying so hard to get her. But like a slime she was slipping from his hands all this while.
Now that he had caught her, he would never let her go. He crouched on the ground to meet her eyes.
"Oh Evangeline! You should have returned when I had given you the chance. But you were so stubborn. Now look what your stubbornness has cost you." he smirked with joy but his face was cold and dark. He ran a hand in her silky hair. It was just how he remembered. Softy and silky. Her skin had gone better. She glimmered like an untouched rose. But.. she was touched.
Not only had she spread her legs for Damien. But she had been with his majesty too. Or he could not believe that he supported her so much. That thought made his chest burn, and his soft touch turned extremely cold. He pulled her hair hard and Eve winced.