And that poor boy— he’s finally displaying some common sense, because he’s about to s**t himself. But to his credit, even as he shakes like a leaf, he doesn’t back down. “You want her, but you are not worthy of her.”
“Man, you don’t know me. I think I bring a lot to the table.”
“Like several moldy unicorn waffles,” I mutter. In response, Koen playfully drums his fingertips over my stomach.
“He cannot keep you here, Eva,” the boy tells me. “I told them that there was no need to take you. No need for blood. I promised them that if you knew we were waiting for you, you would come.”
“Bro, she’s not going anywhere.”
“She is your superior in every way. You cannot speak for her, Koen Alexander.”
“He’s right, though,” I say. “I’m not coming with you.”
“Not all is lost, though,” Koen says, s
