Evelyn
Once Marbell leaves the tent, Lucas has no one to look at other than me. Our eyes finally meet, his as distorted and impossible to read as mine are obviously nervous.
Moments stretch into seconds, stretching so long that the weight of not knowing what will happen next threatens to suffocate me.
“I’m not cross with you,” he finally says. His features remain sharp though, and I can’t help but wonder if I really believe his words. “It must be hard to be ripped from the creature you believe to be your mate and expected to accept someone else.”
He’s right about that, though I’m not sure that confirming as much will work in my favor.
“And to see how hurt you are…” His gaze dances over me, his hard expression finally breaking into something pained. “I fear losing you to death more tha
