Mirellie
“Mirellie,” Evander called, pinching the bridge of his nose.
He sounded tired. Not physically tired but conversation tired. As though he was running out of patience and couldn't understand why I kept pushing the issue. As though I was making a much bigger deal out of this than necessary. But he didn't understand.
If he had grown up the way I did, he would be asking these questions too. If he had spent years watching Calliope get everything she wanted, he would be concerned too.
I wasn't trying to be difficult. I was trying to protect myself because if tonight turned into a disaster, I would be the one standing in the middle of it. Not him.
“Calliope is the mother of my child,” he said carefully. “And she will be attending as such.”
I blinked. “Mother of your child?” I repea
