Evelyn's heart hammered against her ribs as Julian held her close, his thumb brushing lightly against her wrist. The warmth of his body burned right through the thin silk of her robe. His words lingered in the quiet room like a warning, but the dark look in his eyes told a completely different story.

Before she could speak, Julian slowly released her wrist. He stepped back into the shadows, picking up his glass as if nothing had happened.

"Go to bed, Evelyn," he said softly, his tone completely flat once more. "We have a long day tomorrow."

Evelyn swallowed hard, nodding quietly. She turned and walked quickly back to her...