Minutes later, Verena had Evelyn tucked into bed, propping her up against the pillows while cracking open a window to let the crisp night air cool her overheated skin.
She even pressed a glass of water into Evelyn's trembling hands, watching as the girl took slow, unsteady sips.
With a sigh, Verena plopped down beside her, rubbing her temples. "Why did you do that?"
Evelyn hesitated, her fingers curling around the glass. "I thought... that was how you're supposed to do it..."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean…" Evelyn squirmed under her gaze. "You wrote about seduction, right? But I thought it had to be like… like that because of... Raphael."
Oh.
That explained everything.
Verena grimaced.
Of course Evelyn thought that way.
The first novel had been riddled with scenes where Raphael, the supposed "perfect" male lead, seduced the heroine through sheer persistence, which, in reality, was just a thinly veiled excuse for relentless sexual harassment.
