Evangeline

Okay… no hi, no hello, just straight up ‘who the fuck is she and what is she doing here?’ Really? Is this how uncultured people are?

But she’s Xander’s mom. The least I can do is respect her.

I shift under the covers, trying to push myself up. It takes more effort than it should—my body is still sore, my limbs heavy. But I have to get up. I should at least try to greet her properly, even if her entrance was less than polite.

Before I can even swing my legs over the ...