Evander's POV
I could barely keep myself in check. If Gloria hadn't been my mother, I wouldn't have stopped myself from strangling her right there and then. My fists were clenched so tightly my knuckles had gone white, and I forced myself to take a slow, deep breath to keep from losing it completely.
But her words kept echoing in my mind: Eliam isn't your son. It felt like a slap to my face and a reminder of what I had been through!
Without another word, I turned on my heel and left, my steps heavy and fast as I stormed out of that house. The cold night air hit me when I reached my car, but it didn't help me cool my anger. I got inside, slammed the door, gripped the steering wheel, and started the engine. My hands were shaking with anger, but I took off, speeding down the road with no plan of where to go.
Going home didn't feel right. I couldn't sit still, not with these thoughts tearing me apart. Sleep was impossible.
