"Maybe?" I hedge, replacing my clothing. Everett swallows, stepping closer to me. "Then, if we can figure out how you broke Silas's curse…if we could end my curse before it gets the chance to hurt you more…maybe I could finally belong to you without ruining everything,"
He's never gotten this close to me on his own, and the raw longing in his voice makes my stomach flip. The idea of hurting me clearly petrifies him. I understand that part of him.
Poor Evie🥺
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