EVELYN'S POV
"I'm so sorry, my love; I wasn't there, and you were burning up when Marcel brought you back home. I suggested giving you an ice bath; thankfully, it seemed like it worked. Come on out, let's get you some warm clothes." Claire offered, and I nodded faintly, not uttering a word, my head still wrapped around the thought I had settled into.
I sighed out loud, walked slowly to my room, and wriggled into a new set of clothes. It felt good to be back home, but my mind remained plagued by the memories of the previous occurrences. My mind drifted back to it with each passing second and it was till I found it pretty hard to understand, each bit of it settling against my nerves.
A knock settled on the door and it was pushed open almost immediately. There he was, leaning again
