Evelyn POV
I wake up to fingers trailing down my back, rolling over, I see Thaddeus laying beside me. I actually think I might have dreamed the entire thing. He looks perfectly fine, like nothing has happened.
But I know I didn’t dream it when he pulls me on top of him. “Don’t ever do that again,” he says, as his voice shakes which is what makes me look up at him. I can feel his anger through the bond, but it is directed more inward than at me. “I could have killed you. Don’t risk your life, not for me, Evie,” he says, kissing my forehead, brushing my hair off my face.
“You were dying,” I tell him.
“I don’t care. Promise that you won’t do it again.”
I say nothing; that isn’t a promise I am willing to make. They keep saying they won’t live without me, but even though we fight, I don
