Evelynn's POV
I sat alone in the living room of Moonspire Villa, empty bottles scattered all over the floor.
Lucian's cruelty and Zane's coldness cut through me like icy knives, slicing away at my heart piece by piece. It was raw and bleeding now, just like my face—broken beyond repair.
My wolf, Whitley, said with a sneer.Keep drinking like that and you'll turn into a pathetic drunk, ugly.
I ignored her. That stupid thing should have warned me before Sloane got taken away by that helicopter. Everything could have been different.
The door swung open and my heart leaped in anticipation. But my eagerness crumbled instantly, replaced by a wave of revulsion when it wasn't Zane who walked in—it was Sylas.
I coldly grabbed another bottle and kept drinking.
"Don't be stupid. You think getti
