Hollis

My plan to act like I actually believe Eva is going to be my wife is going great—except for the fact that I basically haven’t slept since I started it because my mark hurts so Goddess-damned bad. That’ll fade. I know it will. Because I do believe Eva’s going to be my wife. It’s what everyone expects, what they need. Even Mother would be proud.

The next afternoon, Father clears his throat as I’m headed out to meet Eva.

“Yes?” I pause at the mouth of ...