From Bradley's perspective, her eyelashes were long and thick, fluttering like gentle shadows. Her skin was pale, reminiscent of a freshly peeled egg, fine hair visible upon it.

“It's done," she announced, holding Bradley's wrist and giving it a slight shake. “Is it comfortable?"

Bradley glanced at his wrist, smiling in satisfaction. “Perfect. I won't take it off!"

Sabrina's smile chilled, and she felt a sudden coldness creeping down her spine.

Was Tyrone nearby?