Evander's POV
Faith? She wanted me to have faith in her?
I did. I always had faith in Claire—but not in myself. How could I, when I had become a monster capable of hatching the most twisted plans without a second thought? What was I even thinking of doing?.
I stared at the phone screen for a long moment, the message glaring back at me. I wanted to say so much, but my shame held me back. In the end, all I could manage was a single reply:
"Hm."
Pathetic. That was all I could say to her after everything.
Moments later, a notification popped up. That was a text from Damian. His words were straightforward yet laced with frustration. He explained how Claire was like a sister to him, someone he was protecting because I had asked him to.
I clenched my jaw, as I felt dumb and stupid.
"What the hell was I about to do?" I muttered under my breath, gripping my phone tightly.
