EVELYN DE LUCA
“Evelyn?”
“Kiddo?”
The voice cut through the haze of my restless dreams, a firm hand on my shoulder shaking me from my stupor. I blinked, disoriented, the world coming into focus. I’m sweating buckets. Urgh.
“Huh?” I rasped, my throat dry and raw. My heart pounded against my ribs as I sat up, trying to gather my bearings.
Fuck, this grounding is getting on my nerves.
Xavier looked at me, his expression unreadable in the dim light. It was then I realized we were no longer moving. We are in the driveway of some fancy building.
“We’ve arrived,” he said softly, his voice laced with a calm that somehow made me more uneasy. His gaze lingered on me for a beat longer than necessary, and I felt stripped bare under its weight.
Like he knows my secrets.