CLARA.“Yes.”His single word hit me like a ton of bricks, the air in the room instantly going cold.He really lost his family. All of them. And he wants to…kill Alaric?My back hits the wooden door with a quiet thud, my body moving on its own now.He must be joking. But Evan doesn't make jokes. He doesn't do "funny." My hands curl on themselves as I look at him, breath caught in my throat, while he just stands there looking like a high-end statue, casually dropping news that could get us both torn to pieces before sunrise.Or sooner, based on the experience.But he…Evan."You've gotta be kidding me," I breathe out, my brain scrambling to make sense of it. All this time, I thought he was just Alaric’s man. The loyal, annoying lap dog who follows him everywhere, watches my every move, and judges me for eating too many cupcakes at pack parties.Just another man waiting for me to step out of line so he could report back to his owner.Yes. Yes, that's him. That's what he is.Yet now he
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