Evelyn's POV I let my jaw drop in shock, but I don’t have anything I want to say, so I train my focus back out the window. I feel desperation clawing at my skin for answers, but refuse to say anything more. That’s when Sebastian’s hand touches my shoulder and uses force to turn me back to him.
Sebastian's POV I watch as Madelyn pulls back the curtains to her daughter’s room. She turns in my direction, where I sit on my balcony rail. With my water bottle in hand, I give her a spirited wave. I smirk at the two women in the other room, two different reactions painted on each face. I bite
“Please,” she whimpers. Why does that make me even angrier? “Do you want to leave with me?” I snap, making complete eye contact with those brown eyes. “Answer the question.” Incredulous, I watch Evelyn’s body language change in total. She puts her hand on my arm. “What’s wrong? Talk to me.”
Evelyn's POV Does my mother have fucking sonar? How is it that whenever I have a second of alone time with Sebastian, she always appears out of thin air? As I hide behind the couch, I listen as Madelyn starts talking. “Where have you been, Sebastian? We’ve been worried sick.” I watch Sebastian
“It’s not my legacy. Gregory may have treated me like his own son, but I have always…always felt like I’m in the shadows. He wants the perfect son that he envisioned. Instead, he got stuck with me.” I can’t even believe what I’m hearing. And then, what I’m seeing. I watch one tear fall down Sebast
Evelyn's POV I open my mouth to tell Sebastian the news my mother just dropped when I see Olivia reappearing. “Oh my Gosh, Sebastian Cain!” She squeals, conflicting feelings bubbling up inside me immediately. Of course, my roommate knows Sebastian. Am I the soul human on earth who didn’t know a
Evelyn's POV Since this party is all Olivia’s been able to talk about since the dining hall, we decide to dress up. Wearing a floral romper and sandals, I push my thick curls into a bun. Olivia wears her brown hair down and has on a purple crop top and jean shorts. We arrive dressed to the nines
I throw back my head in utter annoyance. “I just want this game to end. Now,” I declare. He shakes his head at me, but there’s no answer to give me. Ava interrupts, touching my arm lightly to get my attention. I don’t want to talk about this, not in a million years. Instead of dealing with this,