The walk back to their room felt like a death march, each step echoing in the dimly lit hallway with the solemnity of condemned prisoners heading to execution. Marcus's hand remained firmly clasped around hers, his grip just tight enough to remind her of his presence without crossing into the realm of sexual touching that Evangeline had forbidden. Even that simple contact sent sparks shooting up her arm, her body so hyperaware that the brush of his thumb against her knuckles felt almost sinfully intimate.
"So," Marcus said as they reached their door, his voice carrying a forced casualness that fooled absolutely no one, "this should be interesting."
Samantha let out a laugh that sounded more hysterical than amused. "Interesting is one word for it. I was thinking more along the lines of torture."
