CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Evan's POV
"Wanna die?" I asked, my voice cold.
Night chuckled. "It's been five years, Evan Scott. Don't you miss me?"
I glared at him. "The only 'missing' that would be happening here is your front tooth if you don't get out of my face," I threatened.
But Night, being Night, didn't even shake a little. Feigning not to notice my cold voice, he circled around me with a mischievous, thoughtful smile.
"Tsk, you're still the same bastard, Evan. Not only did you hurt your mate, you've been with her for what? Four years, yet you didn't tell her she's your mate."
He leaned slightly over my shoulder.
"Tell me, how come you're even more of a devil than me? Or is what they say true? Your wolves are a reincarnation of the Devil King, so you're more of a devil."
I turned s
