Bab 70: Spy

Eve's head still felt hazy, her thoughts swirling in a mix of confusion and desire. She stared up at the tall ceiling, her eyes blinking as she tried to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions that had consumed her in the past moments.

Max said he would grant her time, but time for what, exactly?

The question echoed in her mind, leaving her feeling unsettled. Could he truly be interested in something more than a fleeting connection? Could a centuries-old vampire genuinely be drawn to a young sorceress like her?

Doubt crept into her thoughts, casting shadows of skepticism over the intensity of their encounter. She knew all too well the vulnerabilities that emotions brought, having been betrayed in the past. The wounds from that betrayal still lingered, a constant reminder of the dangers of allowing oneself to be blinded by feelings.