They were seated at the long dining table, the clinking of silverware faint against the low hum of conversation. Candles flickered gently, casting soft golden light across the room. Evelyn barely touched her plate, too aware of the hand resting possessively on her thigh beneath the table.
Hayden hadn’t said much since they sat down. But his presence wrapped around her like a second skin—heavy, inescapable.
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