Theodore’s POV
Every time Eva brushed her knee up against mine in the carriage or leaned her head on my shoulder or interlaced our fingers, I breathed through my nose and reminded myself that it was better than the reverse scenario. I’m not sure I’d be able to go through with this plan if some other guy were going home with my mate. And then I’d think of how much Violet must hate this situation, and I’d have to stop myself from throwing Eva off me.
I knew it took a lot longer to get from Owen’s palace to Midnight than to Darkmoon. By the end of our first travel day, Violet was probably back home, hopefully getting a head start on a plan to get us back together.
I honestly felt like I should get a gold f*****g medal for how much affection I was putting up with from Eva, but apparently,
