Badru
I trudged back alongside Evie, a step behind her. She hadn’t looked at me once or spoken a word.
“Evie? I really am sorry,” I tried to apologise again and reach out for her hand. She snatched it away as soon as my finger brushed her palm.
All I was met with was more silence. She didn’t growl or glance back to glare at me. It was as though I didn’t exist. I didn't like this type of anger. Her scowls, her threats and her borderline murderous rage, I adored. It was a playful anger. This type was filled with a quiet sadness and I was the cause, again.
Fuck! I had been doing so well! Astennu had said it wasn’t a race between us; it was easy for him to say that. Evie was already swooning all over him. I wanted the same, so badly. As soon as the words fell out of my mouth, I knew somet
