07-23-2018, 08:49 PM
Evelyn tensed when Ryker drew near. The crawl of his eyes made her skin itch. His idea of a greeting was not appropriate, and she crossed her arms in response. How could Nikolai think this man a hero? She guessed it had something to do with his facial injuries, the kind that burned. But by fire or by chemical, he had no right to treat her with anything less than respect.
She wondered whether Nikolai found the poor joke humorous. Surely he was too refined for such debasement. Everything about him was formal, at least to all but what he showed her in confidence.
“A pleasure,”
she responded in like kind, voice tight.
She wondered whether Nikolai found the poor joke humorous. Surely he was too refined for such debasement. Everything about him was formal, at least to all but what he showed her in confidence.
“A pleasure,”
she responded in like kind, voice tight.