Delia: Send a CAR?! What are you, rich now? Evelyn: Haha, no, borrowed car service. Seriously, just give me your address, I’ll send it over. It can take you home later when we’re done. Delia promptly sends her address and Evelyn quickly texts the Beta dispatch, who confirm that a car is on the way
Evelyn laughs a little at that, taking a bite of cheese and sipping from her glass. “Well, I hope so,” Evelyn says. “But we’re so happy right now, I just don’t want anything to come forward that…bursts our little bubble.” Delia nods, understanding. She stays quiet, letting Evelyn continue. “I mean
Delia’s eyes go wide as she realizes that Victor and Evelyn have absolutely no idea what she’s talking about. “Um,” she says, her eyes darting between them. “Not that I believe the rumors, of course – it’s just fringe celebrity blogs and twitter accounts posting stupid theories –“ “What. Theories.”
“Thank you,” Evelyn says softly, putting her hand on his arm. She’s grateful, really, to be with someone who has no interest in taking his anger out on her friend just because she was the bearer of bad news. She knows that other men – Joyce, for instance – would have been less gracious. Victor cont
Victor takes Evelyn’s face in her hands, studying her. She watches as the emotions cross his face. Shock, then wonder, then happiness – and then sadness when he realizes that her sentence was in the past tense. Then disappointment, worry, perhaps a tinge of fear. “But you’re…not? Weren’t?” he says,
But as Victor takes in her smirk, her hand resting casually on her stomach, her too-innocent blink… He knows that something is different. Since he broke the mating bond, something has irrevocably changed. The desire that used to course through his veins, drawing him to her? It’s no longer there. In
“Amelia,” Victor growls, leaning forward in his seat. “Your life with me is finished – it is over. You have to get over that.” “It’s not you I miss,” she hisses, the peaceful and gracious mask that she wore when he sat down totally discarded. “It’s the life I worked to build. I have lost everything
“Fine,” Victor says, throwing his arm out in a gesture that suggests that Rafe should get on with it. “Bridgette and I have decided that we’re going to say in this house,” Rafe says, enjoying the sight as his brother’s face grows red with rage. “She likes it here, so we’re going to stay during the