EVELYN
The silence of the kitchen was only broken by the ticking clock above the cabinets, and the rhythmic thud of my pulse against my ribs. I’d been pacing for nearly an hour, chewing on the inside of my cheek. I was here because I was anxious, and anxiety made me hungry.
But it wasn’t because Elaine had finally eased off me.
Dante was out. Again. He’d been distant ever since that night… well, as distant as a six-foot brooding menace could be. I wasn’t sure if I was imagining it, but it felt like he was deliberately avoiding me.
And I should’ve been relieved, right? No more of his insufferable everyone must bow to me syndrome. But I wasn’t.
This was his fault. For screwing everything up. For being gentle, like I might shatter if he wasn’t careful. I’d expected it to be rough, painfu
