Chapter 27

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.