Page 31 of Unholy Fate

I didn’t respond, fixated on Aziz’s hand brushing against Evelyn’s arm. When I finally spoke, my words were low and rough. “Mine.”

Levi straightened, shock on his face. “Excuse me? Did you just saymine?” He burst out laughing. “Oh, this is rich.”

I tore my attention away from Evelyn to glare at Levi. “Shut up.”

Levi leaned closer, his grin wide and wicked. “Ian and Evelyn, sittin’ in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G.” He made obnoxious smooching noises, ignoring my glare.

“This is pathetic,” Levi said, feigning exasperation. “You’re getting possessive over ahuman. Anun, no less. What’s next? You gonna stroke her hair while Aziz bends her over the altar?”

My jaw tightened, the growl returning.

Levi gave a sarcastic roll of his eyes, clearly enjoying himself. “Oh, I get it. You’re falling in loooooove,” he sang. “Big, scary Ian, brought low by a pretty little nun.”

I clenched my fists tighter, nails digging into my palms. The urge to corrupt, to claim what was mine, surged through me. Levi’s taunts faded into the background as a faint, tantalizing scent caught my attention. Warm, sweet, and unmistakably laced with desire.

My focus snapped back to Evelyn, pupils dilating slightly as the scent grew stronger. Levi noticed the shift immediately and took a step back.

“Oh, no.” He held up his hands. “This is where I draw the line. You’ve got that look. You’re about to do something stupid, aren’t you?”

I ignored him, the primal pull of Evelyn’s scent overwhelming any sense of restraint. “Not even wild hellhounds could stop me,” I said, striding toward her.

I stepped smoothly beside Evelyn in the breakfast line, grabbing a serving spoon and dishing some eggs onto a plate for a woman in line.

Evelyn glanced up, startled. Her eyes widened, staring at me in shock for a moment before quickly looking away.

“What’s wrong?” I asked casually, though I already knew the answer.

Evelyn whispered, “N-nothing. Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare.”

She busied herself with handing out potato cakes, her pale face flushing an enticing shade of pink.

I smirked, leaning slightly closer. She recognized me from the dream, I was certain of it. The fear, the confusion, the hint of guilty desire in her eyes. It was unmistakable.

We continued serving side by side, our movements synchronized despite the tension radiating from her. I could feel Evelyn’s nervous energy, the way her gaze flickered toward me when she thought I wasn’t looking. It took every ounce of restraint not to grab her right then, to pull her against me and claim her lips in a searing kiss.

When the last plate was served, we began cleaning up the tables together. I grabbed a rag and started wiping down surfaces, stealing glances at Evelyn as she stacked trays with shaking hands.

I tried to flirt, but it came out awkward, too soft, too disgustingly human. “You’re good at this,” I said, my tone more serious than playful. Ugh.

Evelyn blinked at me, clearly surprised. “Oh… thank you,” she said.

I wanted to kick myself.Smooth, Ian. Real smooth.Seducing humans was usually so simple, but with Evelyn, I found myself tongue-tied, unsure. It was infuriating.

And somehow intoxicating.

As she worked, all modest grace and barely contained nerves, I felt an unfamiliar ache in my chest. I wanted to unravel her, to see her come undone beneath my touch. To taste the sin on her lips as she came over and over again.

What the fuck?

As we finished cleaning, Evelyn hesitated for a moment before offering me a polite nod. “Thanks for the help,” she said formally.

I watched her for a moment, debating whether to push further, but her nervous energy told me not to. “Anytime.”

Evelyn hurried out of the shelter. I stared after her, lingering on the door long after she was gone.

Her scent still clung to the air, sweet and tempting. I inhaled deeply, savoring the hint of desire that mingled with her natural perfume. It was faint, barely there, but it was enough to make my blood sing with anticipation.

I would have her again. I would corrupt all that innocence, taint her purity until she was begging for my touch. I’d use my cock, my tongue, my fingers,anythingto wash off that holiness she carried, until she was wholly, irrevocably mine.

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