Chapter 39

Something pulls me out of my catatonic state and forces me to deal with this situation in the most practical way possible.

I step away from Evan, my body reacting before my mind can catch up. “Excuse me?”

Evan searches my face profusely, his eyes all over. His scent is almost dizzying. He’s my mate, I can feel it. I know it deep inside of me, and it’s like I’ve known it my whole life even though an hour ago, I’d been ignorant to it.

“Don’t fuck with me,” he says in a low voice while he gets even closer to me. “Please, Leo, don’t fuck with me. I know it’s you.”

“My name is Veronica,” I tell him in an almost robotic voice. Fuck him. I’m not ready to admit who I truly am and face this. If he can lie about his identity, then I can do it, too. “Not Leo.”

His hands squeeze my arms, reminding me that he’s still holding me against the van. My chance of escaping him has now grown significantly slim. All I can do is try to repair what has been so extensively damaged by my stupidity and get ou