TCG: Chapter 21

Amanah

"Trust you?" Evander scoffed as he crossed his arms over his chest; I had just finished explaining the situation to him, or at least what I thought the plan should be. "Why?"

Two months had already passed since I visited the sanctuary, and since then, I had felt more of a connection with Lunaria, but sometimes I felt dread—which was way heavier than her anger. She still didn't talk to or reveal herself to me, although it did feel like we were in sync regarding our emotions and thoughts.

We hated the motherfucker named Evander and thought Ylil was a bitch. She is.

"I have to tell you something," I got up from my chair, my butt was starting to feel numb, and my legs were going dead. "Remember when I asked to see Miall two months ago—I was pretending to be Lunaria," I whispered.

Evander clenched his jaw, and I flinched, ready to raise my hands and protect myself; even though he hadn't harmed me physically since we confirmed my pregnancy, he had uncontrollable anger issues.

He too