Chapter Twenty Eight

My entire body froze, completely against my wishes, of course, when I saw him standing there. I closed my eyes for a second. I could do this. I could be strong. I would not make any more mistakes with him.

I forced myself to look him straight in the eye. "Are you here to kill me now?" I asked coolly.

It bothered me that he wasn't looking at me with the same cold expression that I remembered from the night Ethan had died. It would have been so much easier to hate him if he looked like that. Right now, he just had a pained expression. "Evelyn," he whispered softly.

"Where have you been?" Eric asked him. "Do you know what I went through trying to find you? And why does Evelyn think you hit her?"

Anthony completely ignored his brother, keeping his eyes on me. "We need to talk," he said.

"There's nothing to talk about," I said. I glanced around at the crosses and tombstones that filled the cemetery. "Is your uncle here? The least you could do is warn me."

Eric looked back and forth between