Evangeline slept facing away from the door of the hotel room. He eased in their room, shutting the door with a light click. After so many years together, she knew it was him by the sound of his footsteps alone. She heard him as he stripped down to his boxers, crawling in bed behind her. He made a move to put his arm around her and draw her close but she brushed him away. "You're still mad at me?" "I'd like to knock your head off." "Why are you still mad? My plan worked and you beat her. You've got a match next week and you'll win the belt." "Are you going to fool around with all of opponents? Don't act like you're so innocent, like it hurt you to be fooling around with her while you share my bed."
Bray grabbed her and rolled her over onto her back and in a flash he was on top of her. "God damn it Evangeline, give it up. You're just staying angry for the sake of being angry. If I didn't want you anymore, I'd have kicked you out of my bed a long time ago!" He watched her face ball up in frustration and with inhuman strength she shoved him off of her. He tried to grab her wrists and pin them above her head again but she shoved him again, pushing him off of the bed completely. He landed with a thud on the carpeting and when he climbed back on the bed there was fire in his eyes. He grabbed her by her ankles, dragging her from the bed. "You know I'd never hurt you.." He growled. "But damn it you sure are pushing me." She kneed him in the ribs and he held her down with all his weight, pinning her legs down with his own. "Stop it." He grunted.
"Get...off...a...me." She struggled, trying to lift a knee or get a hand free. Bray Wyatt always had a bit of a possessive side, but he seldom showed it with Evangeline. "If you don't let me up, I will fuck you world up, son." He laughed, the fire in his eyes turning into devilish amusement. "What are you gong to do, little girl?" He shifted his knees inward, pressing her knees down with his shins. He wasn't going to give her the opportunity to nut-shot him. She growled beneath him, twitching her limbs but he had her pinned for good. "Now if I let you up, will you let this shit go already?" She nodded her head. "Obey me, Evangeline. Obey." He chanted, staring her in the eyes. She laughed and shook her head. "You know your psychology shit doesn't work on me." "I know. And that's why I'm still here. I wanted a wolf and I got one. I'm with the one I had to fight to get, and that I have to fight to keep."
He got off of her and sat back on his knees, reaching in the bedside drawer for something. "Look, I was going to save this for a better time. But I figure in our underwear right after a fight is as good as ever." She sat up and leaned against the bed as he passed a small leather bag from one hand to the other. "I know we talked about marriage and you don't like the idea. And I know you're not one for flashy jewelry. So..." He passed her the bag. Inside was a hammered silver ring made from a quarter. "I made it myself. Look at the date." Inside the ring was the year they started dating. Outside 'forever' was engraved. "It's a promise Evangeline. I promise you'll forever be the Bonnie to my Clyde, the June to my Johnny, the Sharon to my Ozzy..." "You're an idiot." She smiled and slid the ring on her finger before kissing him. "Am I forgiven? I wasn't cheating after all. I was making a ring." He laughed. "Only took me two months to make it. A week for Luke to teach me how to engrave it." She grinned even harder. "You're forgiven. For now anyway."