Evelyn, your main focus needs to be fighting through this horrible paralysis. Come on, focus. Breathe in and out...In and out...In...Out.I needed to find something to grab ahold of—something tangible to bring me out of the mental state I had fallen into.Alexander's voice continued to ring through
[Evelyn’s POV]Even though I couldn’t fully see him, I knew that Alexander was sitting no less than a foot away from me. I could literally feel the heat of his breath against my cheek as he spoke.“I will not have you continue to keep things from me,” he said.“Alexander,” I hissed. “It’s not...It’s
[Third-Person’s POV]Alexander felt truly torn. Two days had gone by since the unexpected attack and he didn’t feel any closer to achieving any real answers or progress. The man was rightfully frustrated. He didn’t want to leave Evelyn—not for a single moment while she was still barreling through
He gave the picture a long, tentative look before slowly nodding his head. “Yes, in fact. It was one of the herbs we couldn’t fully identify.”Oliver glanced to the top of the page and went stiff. “Belladonna?”Alexander gave him a grim look. “I think Evelyn figured it out as the poison was taking i
[Third-Person’s POV]After hearing Timothy’s story, Alexander believed that Evelyn could have very well been telling the truth. It wasn’t as though he didn’t believe her when she’d told him about how she had seen Fiona near the tent. What he couldn’t wrap his mind around was why Fiona would go out o
“Let’s say...Belladonna?”Fiona went stiff but Alexander watched as her pupils began to dilate. Oh, yes. It was indeed the look of someone who wasn’t entirely innocent.“B-Belladonna?”He had to bite back the grin that was struggling to show itself. It wasn’t often that someone as haughty as her wou
[Third-Person’s POV]The room was silent—so silent one could hear a pin hit the floor.Oliver was mildly stunned that someone like Fiona had so openly admitted to her crime. But Alexander, on the other hand, appeared far too stoic. Then again, when he spoke, his tone was laced with lethal contempt.
[Evelyn’s POV]Where the hell am I?My eyes slowly peeled open as I struggled to decipher my surroundings. The room was far too dark for me to fully comprehend where I was. But there was a familiarness about it that made me believe I’d been in this exact situation once before.Only, this time I felt
[Third-Person’s POV]Alexander was more than glad to know that Evelyn’s training had only managed to progress from that point on. Between hearing her own personal recounts of her sessions as well as checking in with either Erik or Thomas, he was satisfied.With one less thing pressing on his mind, A
Instead of helping him up, I actually reached down and snagged one of his ankles and, with all my strength, dragged me across the room. I heard the faint chuckles of Erik and Alexander as they watched this entire scene unfold.I’m sure it looked utterly ridiculous. Thomas was more than twice the siz
[Evelyn’s POV]I glanced at the mat on the floor but didn’t move an inch.I took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “Alexander, wherever it is that you’re planning, I’m not sure—”“Will you please just trust me?” he prompted.I clenched my jaw and, against my better judgment, moved over to the mat
That same, familiar pair of hands that had a high tendency to hold me close at night, came to wrap around my waist. My head tilted to the side as Alexander gathered most of my hair onto one of my shoulders.It was hard to believe that there was once a time when he and I weren’t like this. The though
[Evelyn’s POV]I really tried not to let the whole matter bother me. I was fairly sure that I wasn’t the only person to exist that wasn’t trainable. Still, I felt horrible knowing that I had wasted Erik and Thomas’ time.Every muscle and joint in my body was aching and for what? I couldn’t even say
“Believe me, although you got a little wobbly at the end there, it’s good to see that you still have that fire in you?”I turned back to glance at him with a questionable look. “Fire?”The two shared a knowing look with each other. “We, uh, heard about what happened with your Stepsister.”“Word alwa
[Third-Person’s POV]Evelyn had lost count of the number of times her curled fist connected with the hanging punching bag. The first few times were fine, having been shown the proper form. However, after the tenth time, she was really beginning to feel the burn in various parts of her body. Her join
Oliver had specifically expressed the importance of releasing a follow-up statement that could not only save face but rebuke anything the King had to say in regard to Alexander’s character.While Alexander was busy working on his newest press release, I had taken up my time in the greenhouse. I’d su
[Third-Person’s POV]Fiona felt frantic. Her nerves were growing more and more strained and coiled by the second.No. No, surely, Caroline had to be wrong in her assumption that she would be so clumsy and foolish as to leave something so vital behind.That night has been a manic blur from start to e