“There is not a shade of darkness in you, William Phaire,” she whispered.
He pulled away slightly, just enough to look her in the eye. “Do not be fooled by your pity,” he murmured. Her eyes held his for a moment and then slipped. She knew the severity of her mistake as soon as it happened: the small flicker of her gaze to his lips and the almost instant return to his eyes. But they’d changed in that instant.
The back of her head met the wall forcefully when he kissed her, and her eyes slid closed.