Man at War – Excerpt No. 154

“Oui,” Evelyn replied after sending a puff of air to clear out a strand of stray hair. (Yes.) “I’m sorry, have I disturbed you?”

If there was one thing vampires excelled at, it was selling a lie. Evelyn also has the added advantage of being able to quicken her breathing and heart rate to match.

The Georgian looked down at her notebook and groaned. While focused on it at the exclusion of everything else, it seemed that she had little interest in it.

“It’s not—(thing.) quite understandable,” the Georgian replied.

Evelyn smiled as only she could. It was a smile that promised the world of only one surrendered to her entirely. It originated in life as a courtesan and she improved upon it through centuries and confidence.

a cinematic photo of a redhead woman with pale skin and delicate features, wearing a high-necked, long-sleeved utilitarian dress in a muted brown color, with a look of disgust on her face, putting down a worn leather Notebook, while sitting in a plush, velvet-upholstered booth, adorned with intricate carvings, in a lavish lounge with ornate chandeliers, marble floors, and richly patterned rugs, the atmosphere is one of opulence and refinement, typical of 1915, with warm, soft lighting, and a shallow depth of field, to emphasize the subject, in a photographic style reminiscent of the early 20th century.

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