Evelyn's POV

His voice poured through the speaker, low and velvet, curling around me like smoke. Every word seemed to sink straight into my chest, making my pulse stutter.

“Evie…” The way he said my name was dangerous, like a warning and a caress all at once.

I swallowed, deciding to push him just a little further. “I was just… asking what people thought of it. Maybe I’ll send this picture to someone else, see what they—”

“Don’t,” he cut in, sharp and commanding. The ...