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Evelyn’s POV

THAT MAN!

Not in a million years could I ever have thought that that man would end up being my mate.

A second mate at that.

And how weird could it be that the man ended up looking exactly like him - my dead mate.

Archer Hartwood.

Just as the name came to my mind, so did the memory of us together. Even though it was only for a short while, it was one I would not forget in a hurry. And I had thought that we would have a lots of time on our hand to create many more beautiful memories.

And even as I tried my best to stop the memory that threatened to burst forth, it still came.

That night when he had died.

It had all looked like a dream to me when one minute we were laughing and chasing each other around, and the next minute, a scream had rented the air and all I saw when I went to the place the sound came from was the dead body of my mate, Archer.

Somebody had thought it fun to take a knife through the heart of the man and had left him there in his agony to fend for