Stella
Evan is intensely staring at me, and I sit on top of the kitchen table with an awkward smile.
I'm nervous.
This is not Evan who was becoming sweet and protective of me. Evan right now is darker. I haven't saved his life, and we haven't spent much time talking to each other.
There is no telling what is happening inside his head, yet I have to be open and honest with him from the beginning.
"I have another mate. I feel you should know that so you don't get the wrong idea..."
He processes my words for a second. "You have another mate?"
"Yes, and we have to find him."
"Excuse me?" Evan scoffs. "Since when did we become a 'we,' huh?"
"Since now," I tell him, hoping he won't murder my ass when I meet his confused, narrowed eyes. "You're my mate... And you will help me find alp
