Sewn & Scarred (The Fated Creations Trilogy #3)

Chapter Forty-ThreeSage

Chapter Forty-Three

Sage

“ D o you want to talk about it?” I asked Evaline as we sat down at the table in her room. “Yesterday was a lot.”

She shook her head. “We don’t have much time, Broderick is going to notice we aren’t talking and come in here to check to see if I’m using my shield again.”

I pulled out the jar and set it on the tabletop.

“Well, at least know that I’m going to see Wyott and Dean tonight. We’re going to figure out a way out of this, and I’m going to tell you everything as soon as we’re alone again.”

Evaline didn’t speak, just fidgeted with her fingers, and looked down at her lap.

I pulled out the vial, and set that on the table, when she spoke without looking up.

“Have you seen him?” she asked in a whisper.

“No,” I whispered back, and when her shoulders started to fall, I sat forward towards her. “But that doesn’t mean there’s no news,” I rushed out. “They haven’t told me anything, Evaline. They don’t trust me either. I only see Dean when I’m there, that’s it.”

Evaline nodded but kept her gaze downturned.

“I guess I just hoped sending my blood there would help.”

I pulled the knife out. “It could be, we don’t know. I can try to ask, I just don’t know that they’ll tell me, or tell me the truth.”

She shook her head and straightened, taking a deep breath, and wiping a tear from her cheek.

“No, it’s fine. There’s no use in getting my hopes up anyway. It’ll just hurt worse.”

I opened my mouth to ask what she meant, but she held out her hand for the knife.

“Are you sure?” I asked, keeping my grip on it. “You’ve lost a lot of blood lately, and I know they keep healing you, but it hasn’t been taking any toll? To use magic with so much blood loss?”

She pursed her lips. “Even if it did, I’d send it.”

I swallowed, and understood that she felt that way because she and Maddox were mates, because she loved him.

And as I handed her the knife to start taking her blood, I couldn’t help but think about my mate.

Dean.

Even thinking his name sent a flutter through my belly, and I wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing yet.

I supposed it didn’t matter much, because I may never get to go back to live in Rominia, may never get to know him or leave that loft with him.

I looked up at Evaline as she filled up the jar, and a part of me wanted to tell her. She was my friend. My only friend, whether she considered herself one or not. I wanted to tell her this secret, the one that only Dean and I, and I suppose Wyott, knew. But I didn’t want to add to her pain, especially after her emotion about Maddox.

And I didn’t think she’d particularly care.

She may not downright ignore me anymore, but our relationship had changed.

I just hoped I could change it back.