Evelyn
I watch Lucas’ shocked expression. His gaze slowly falls from Marbell’s conclusive face to mine.
He looks panicked, and I’m suddenly feeling very vulnerable laying in front of him on his bed. Minister Coltain’s presence in the background isn’t reassuring, and I don’t know Marbell well enough to know if she would be an ally if the situation called for it.
“The matehood is never forced by the fates,” Lucas says slowly. “It’s a choice.”
“Yes,” I reply quickly, unable to help myself. “As you made clear when you rejected me for my best friend.”
Lucas scoffs, standing up in frustration. “When are you going to forgive me for that? I’ve already apologized.”
Marbell’s eyebrows are high up her forehead, which is validating.
“In death,” I answer, “if I’m feeling generous.”
Lucas scoffs
