Hello, Evelina is angry. See you monday :). or sooner if you bribe me. I love cookies. and comments. and gems. I am like Mr Rossi, a little morally grey. ;-).
**Gabe's POV**When Vincent told me that Evelina met Kirsty for brunch, I’d been happy. I thought maybe the two were going to get along. It would have made things a hell of a lot easier for me. But when he informed me that Evelina had been upset after her meeting with Kirsty, I began to wonder if ma
Her eyes blazed like twin suns as her lethal gaze went to rest on the witch who’d attacked me. “Go to hell!” Evelina snarled, her palm shooting out to throw a ball of gathered lightning straight at the witch. Evelina’s target went flying backward with a chorus of screams, more like a pesky fly tha
But I was frozen. Powerless. A novel feeling that sent rage coursing through me. I was never one to wait on the sidelines while others fought. "You don't know what you're messing with," she said, her voice strong despite the situation. The air around her shimmered with electricity. She raised a h
I tried to stand and grunted in pain when more blood gushed out of my open wounds. I fell to the ground, hunched over in pain and unable to heal because of the wolfsbane now in my system. Evelina rushed forward, coming to kneel next to me. I coughed up blood as I tried to move to face her. “You’re
**Gabe's POV**We’re surrounded on all sides!” I let out a deep, guttural grunt as I surveyed my fellow knights. Among them were both men and women, all strong and skilled warriors with determination etched into their faces.“If we fight head on, we die. They have got us outnumbered,” a fellow knigh
Remorse filled me immediately for ever suspecting Remy. But that led me back to the matter at hand. “Evelina,” I said sternly, sitting up in bed and looking at her. I winced. My wounds were still a little sore. But the words of the witches echoed relentlessly in my mind. “How can you possibly be de
“You begged me to stay. You even got down on your knees and asked me to marry you,” Evelina said with a watery smile, her arms around my neck. I arched an eyebrow at my beautiful, powerful, and utterly adorable witch mate. “You never answered my question.” “I was interrupted,” Evelina countered.
It made sense now. Why the documents had been sealed regarding her mother’s parentage. Sinclair hadn’t been trying to hide the father. He’d been trying to hide the fact that Evelina’s mother was born to a surrogate using Sybl’s eggs. I’d heard the dark witch was some kind of crazy, but this took the