Evangeline lowered her gaze, staring at the exact spot where his hand held hers. It was glaringly obvious what Silver wanted—he was fishing for a reaction, testing the limits of how much of his chaotic world she was willing to let bleed into her own.
A cold, calculating gleam returned to her dark eyes. Without a single word of warning, she arched her slender fingers and dug her sharp nails deep into the lean, tense flesh of his lower abdomen.
Silver's breath caught in a sharp, jagged hitch, his entire posture freezing under her punishing grip. Yet, the dangerous spark in his eyes didn't dim.
"A thoroughly tempting offer, to inspect whether you truly qualify as a statue," she murmured, her voice dropping to a smooth, dangerous purr that dripped with silk and venom. She leaned in just enough to let her breath brush his skin before adding, "However... I shall have to decline."
