Chapter 33-Evelyn
I didn’t know if it was what he said about Paul that scared me the most or the way I was asked to go lie down on the bed.
It wasn’t only the command. It was the look in his eyes, and the way his grip on my neck made my insides churn.
The room seemed smaller than before. The walls looked closer. The air felt too thick to breathe. I didn’t look away from him—not when his eyes were pinned on me like he was waiting, measuring my next move more than he ever had.
I was confused, terrified, and a total mess. I really needed to get away from him before things went south.
I freed myself from his hold and moved away. I wasn't going to just dance to his tune—not when he’d been speaking in parables.
“No, I won't,” I countered. “Not until you tell me what you meant by saying I w
