FIRST CONFESSION

While making her way back to her room Megara had only one thing on her mind and she detested it. She loathed the fact that Ezekiel Linya wasn't fibbing about his wife but what hassles her is that...' What if she tries to drag Evan with her although she is letting him choose his path? Attaining the throne or not, he still possesses a demon within him.'

With a poker face and mind in disarray, she finally reached her guest room and the scenery in front of her had her poker expressions changing into a surprised one.

"Evan?" She whispered under her breath when she found Evandros sitting on the wooden floor, leaning against her door with his head low. His right knee was raised with his right elbow resting on it. Megara stepped closer and her pupils dilated when she noticed that his robe was torn in many places and blood was coating his body.

Without a second thought, she sprinted towards him, bent down in front of him, and grabbed his shoulders. He flinched and abruptly grabbed the hilt