The Transfer to Silverwood and Morning Kisses

Evelina

Alaric stood beside my desk, looking unfairly composed for a man who had just been inches away from taking me right there in his office. His suit was immaculate, his expression a mask of professional indifference, while I likely looked like I’d been caught in a windstorm. My pulse was still erratic, a frantic drumming in my ears that made it hard to focus on anything other than the heat r