Currently, the statue that was named Gavriel was frozen with shock and could not move for a while. When Evie was about to speak, he dropped his head a little lower, and he drew in a breath that was not quite steady. He inhaled in such a slow but greedy way like how addicts absorbed a narcotic smoke.
Evie creased her brows. But when she perceived that it must be because of her blood, her heartbeat raced. Oh no.
Suddenly losing her powers of speech, Evie just stared at him with anxious and worried eyes. Her nerves still seemed to still be asleep at the moment that her brain was slow to respond in telling her what she should be doing or saying. Those large, crystalline eyes trained themselves on Gavriel, silently observing his every move.
"Damn it," Gavriel whispered all of a sudden. And before she could register in her brain on what was happening, they were inside their chambers again.
