Chapter 8: Another Brother Hates Me
Evaline:
My eyes flew open, meeting the darkness that was surrounding the small servant quarters.
I was still able to feel the remnants of the dream clinging to my skin like a fever. My breath was coming in shallow pants, and my pulse felt unsteady.
It felt too real.
Too vivid.
I was still able to feel the ghost of his touch, the weight of his body pressing me into the sheets, and the heat of his breath against my neck.
Ethan...
But was it truly him that night?
I had believed it then. But now as time had passed and my memories kept replaying that moment over and over, doubt had started creeping in like a poison.
The man from my the night of my eighteenth birthday... he did feel different.
He was stronger. More... possessive. And the way he touched me, the way my body reacted to him... It had felt like fate itself had bound us together.