Chapter 38: Welcome Home

Evie Stanton

I refused to cry.

Even as I thought of the horrible visual of Desmond laying in the puddle of his own blood, Bells crying and trying to hold him. Thane looked utterly helpless as everything crumbled apart around us. Crewmen shot.

Rio slashed.

Katarina hiding behind the half-wall. I knew Robert would recognize her. He was a friend of my father and perhaps played a part in the insurrection. I wouldn't risk it.

And who knows what happened to Samara? The children living there. The old, retired sailors that liked to fish off the pier. Homes were ransacked. Farms burned. Livestock slaughtered.

The rage in Thane's eyes when he watched Robert take me away. I saw the determination.

Right then and there, I knew he would do anything for me. I saw how badly he wanted to shift. Absolve us of the immediate enemy. And bring up a whole slew of others.

I couldn't let him.

Not at the expense of everyone else in safehold. It wouldn't be over.

He knew that. I knew th