gone, that I can carry on the Volkov name. But now it is intimate, and I can’t help but smile. I hook an arm around Eve’s waist, bringing her body flush with mine, and my hand cups the back of her neck gently. I tip her head back, her smooth neck extending, her hair slipping back to fall behind her. She is beautiful and fragile in my arms, and I make a silent promise to myself not to break her. Not the way her father encouraged me to. Not the way I bragged I would. Eve is a wild creature, free and fierce, and I plan to earn her trust, not tame her.
