[The relief of having him recuse himself from the bed is tremendous, blooming in her chest like the morning blue lotus and with it, her confidence swells. Dean paces and tension slices through his frame, an anger as red-hot as molten pig iron and twice as deadly.
Not unfamiliar with danger the hand that had previously inched toward the knife under her pillow remains where it is, and her interest lies not in that fact that she had been correct (of course she was, how could she not have been?), but in his realisation. It is pointless to take what he wants when what he wants is something he physically cannot take.
Evelyn begins to laugh.
Quietly at first, sharp huffs of air that gain traction with uncontrollable giggles and devolve into breathless laughter while she shakes her head and God, God but isn't it a sight to see entitlement so swiftly shot down, to see him falter at his own loophole? The threat of violence is high and should his anger dictate it he could easily kill her and be done with it. It would frighten her, were she actually afraid of death.
Around a pitying grin Evelyn's shoulders shake with mirth, amusement dragging his qualms into the bright light of her scrutiny.]
The only other mistake I could possibly make would be consenting to sex with you. [A whisper, conspiratorial and laced with venom:] I will never give you that satisfaction.
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Not unfamiliar with danger the hand that had previously inched toward the knife under her pillow remains where it is, and her interest lies not in that fact that she had been correct (of course she was, how could she not have been?), but in his realisation. It is pointless to take what he wants when what he wants is something he physically cannot take.
Evelyn begins to laugh.
Quietly at first, sharp huffs of air that gain traction with uncontrollable giggles and devolve into breathless laughter while she shakes her head and God, God but isn't it a sight to see entitlement so swiftly shot down, to see him falter at his own loophole? The threat of violence is high and should his anger dictate it he could easily kill her and be done with it. It would frighten her, were she actually afraid of death.
Around a pitying grin Evelyn's shoulders shake with mirth, amusement dragging his qualms into the bright light of her scrutiny.]
The only other mistake I could possibly make would be consenting to sex with you. [A whisper, conspiratorial and laced with venom:] I will never give you that satisfaction.