EVELYN'S POV
"Get away from me!" I snapped again; although all I wanted at the moment was to reach out to him and throw myself into his arms I just couldn't; I dared not. He owed me an explanation, and I knew I needed to tell him the truth as well.
"Sebastian! You really want to go back to that pack?" He asked, in low tones. I could already sense that my remarks had hurt him, not that it was my fault by any means; he caused a minority of pain for us as well.
But I knew deep down, all I wanted to do was run away from the truth, run away from him; he deserves better, guns and men? Dead bodies? That wasn't the life I wanted for Marcel; he deserves better, the peaceful atmosphere we both had when it was just him and me, only if time could go back.
"Answer me!" He yelled,! My gaze
