Evelina shuddered against me. “What’s wrong with me? My papa doesn’t love me. He never did…and I knew it…I was just too stupid to accept it. I just wanted him to go back to being the man who taught me how to ride a bike. The man who sang me happy birthday and told me stories…he wasn’t always bad, Ga
A horrified sob escaped Evelina’s lips. But instead of the judgement in her eyes over what I endured….I saw sadness. I looked away. I didn’t want her to feel sorry for me. I just wanted to show her I understood. I understood why she loved a parent who had caused her so much pain. Because I felt the
**Evelina’s POV**I don’t know what I had expected. But after seeing Gabe’s lavish penthouses, I definitely hadn’t expected a quaint three bedroom home with a finished basement to be the principal residence Gabe chose to live in. It was a very simple abode, with the front porch entrance opening righ
No longer was it a symbol of comfort and support for me. It felt more like a proverbial chain, weighing me down. Because I finally understood. Gabe wanted to keep anything from me that might hurt me. But I needed to know. Maybe he was waiting for me to finally be over Robert before he told me about
I sat down on the bed I’d slept in with Gabe last night, realizing that Tia Mel knew way more than I’d expected. But what else could I expect from her?“Robert’s mother keeps asking about him.” I don’t know why that was the first thing I told her. “She’d have a fit if we don’t come back soon.”I thi
**Evelina’s POV **I took in the woman’s low cut dark red silk dress she wore, the tits spilling out of it and her huge almond shaped hazel green eyes. She stood there, taking a sip of water, throwing her head back and displaying her unblemished neck as if it were some sort of damn invitation. My ey
“She kept wanting to talk with you,” Vincent hedged. “I told her maybe later. Right now isn’t a good time.”“You should have told her there was nothing to talk about,” I retorted. “The arrangement is finished between us. And with the amount I’ve given her, she’ll be able to live the rest of her days
Vincent looked like he wanted to say something to me. Probaby some bull shit about letting go of all my hate. Not likely. And he knew it. So finally, he nodded his assent.“Now if this is all, I am going to have a quick meeting with the ranked warriors and get home to my mate,” I declared. “Make sur
“Perhaps you’re right,” I murmured, turning to look at the glowing pillars. “It looks like the inscription of the riddle is changing again,” I muttered, squinting to look up at it. "Fire and water, two halves of a whole," Evelina read aloud, her voice tinged with awe. "In balance they stand, united
“Alright,” I said, my voice steadying as I forced myself to focus. “It’s made of shadows, right? Maybe light can weaken it.” “Fire!” Evelina exclaimed, her palms lighting up as she spoke. I nodded, a plan forming in my mind. "I'll distract it while you blast it with fire. Let's do this." With a n
And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the rumbling sound faded and the earth beneath our feet ceased to shake. We sat on the ground in stunned silence and I blinked rapidly, realizing that the dials had been reset and we would have to start from the beginning. I looked over at Evelina, her ex
**Gabe’s POV**I gazed at the pillars, feeling a sense of reverence wash over me. They stood tall and imposing, made of dark gray stone and covered in intricate carvings that seemed to tell a story of their own. I felt a strange pull towards them, as if they held some kind of ancient power. At the
“Your turn!” I called. “This is going to be easy for you, mi vida.” I knew the missing planks were there—places I’d nearly stepped into myself. “You already saw—” but I stopped speaking when I saw the mist begin to swirl furiously in front of my very eyes, covering the entire bridge in a shroud of d
**Gabe’s POV** I stood at the edge of the ancient bridge, dark mists around us, as my heart pounded against my ribcage. I looked down into the thick mist swirling around the chasm below. There was nothing but darkness under the bridge. The bridge stretched out in front of us, its wooden planks worn
"Here lay the knights of the Order, tasked with protecting the Sacred Flame," Sister Agnes explained. I stared at the tombs, realizing that there was much more to the story of the Sacred Flame than was told in the book. We were missing a key piece of information. Why would the Sacred Flame need pr
**Evelina's POV** Standing before us was Sister Agnes, a smile on her face. She did not seem at all threatened by or afraid of Gabe. “I knew you would come! I knew I would see you again!” she crowed excitedly, taking a step forward. Gabe let out another vicious snarl. I looked at Sister Agnes a
I took a step back arching a brow. “Tell me why we’re here, “ I insisted. Gabe sighed, before looking at me with resignation. “We’re here to find the witch of Avalon and obtain the Sacred Flame,” he relented, making the pit of my stomacch drop. Could I, a witch that held a part of Lilith inside