Evie Stanton

“Evelyn…I’m sorry,” Thane started, his voice dropping an octave. His gaze fixed on his lap, his hat discarded on the bed. My hands started trembling, but I clenched them into fists to stop it.

Not two minutes before he entered his cabin, I started crying again. I couldn’t fucking help it. Overwhelmed didn’t even begin to cover how I felt. I wasn’t in restraints anymore, but I was still trapped. Still headed toward my death. ...