Chapter Sixty-Eight

“Why would I be jealous?” Everly mumbles under her breath, moving away from my hand that lingers near her face.

I shrug. “Maybe because you don’t like seeing me with another woman.” I test. Her face blushes, and she shakes her head furiously. “No? So what, if I pick Camilla to be my mate tomorrow, you’ll be okay with it?”

This question seems to send Everly’s mind into overdrive. I can literally see her thinking about it, probably picturing it and everything that will come with it.

Finally, she peeks up at me and mutters a quiet, “It would bother me.” She admits, and I feel my heart racing in happiness.

“And why would it bother you?” I press, my eyes desperately searching over her face and body language.

“Because.” She grumbles. “Because I have feelings for you, okay Sebastain?” She glares a little at me. “Despite the fact that you’re a slightly murderous child stealer, I can’t help it.” She looked a little defeated as she finally admitted how I knew she was already feeling for me.