Lincoln
I was about to head up when a scream cut through the corridor—sharp, furious, unmistakable. It’s coming from the parlor to the left.
“What the hell is that?” I hiss.
Mom’s shoulders sag in a way that makes me smile despite the tension.
“I made a mistake,” she says, half to herself. “I asked Evangeline to visit.”
I sigh because I told her not to do that!
“I know,” she sighs, already knowing what I’m thinking. “I shouldn’t have done it. But I thought she and Christian needed to finally be together or reject one another. I can’t bear how much pain Christian is in all the time without his mate. My baby boy doesn’t deserve to live in limbo forever.”
I rub my forehead. Of course. Nothing in this house ever stays quiet for long. “How long has she been here?”
“About five minutes be
