Lorcan & Evette

Chapter Fifty

It took her a minute to find her footing after she'd been snagged and grabbed through the portal. When they landed back on their feet, the werewolf didn't waste any time with pleasantries. He released her immediately. For a moment, Evie couldn't help but wonder if she was diseased. Lorcan went on ahead of her, something jingling in his pocket. When she cast a glance around the street, she realised she recognised the place. This was the street she had a shop on.

Right before them was her shop. It was the same street. The same street she'd met the werewolf on. The same street on which all of this mess had begun.

She turned to Lorcan. He had the key to her place, digging it through the lock.

He was telling the truth. He was putting her back where he'd found her.

He was dumping her here.

He was seriously, actually dumping her here—as if everything they'd been through together meant nothing. As if she meant nothing. As if the things he'd told her about keeping her safe and protecting her forever meant nothing.

She should've learnt it by now. All Lorcan ever seemed to do was lie.

As the mistress of the future, Evie should've seen this coming.

Now, he was going to leave her here.

Evie had never felt so stupid.

When she stood here, it was like nothing had changed. The same cars were parked on the street- including her yellow Volkswagen Beetle. The same one that had flipped and crushed on the night of her second attack when the hunters had come for her.

Not the same car. Caspian must've had it replaced and dropped it off here. And there was that range rover at the other end of the road. She saw the same people around the street. The same shops with the same customers.

It was going back to normal. He was leaving her here like nothing had ever changed.

To him, maybe it hadn't. To her, it had.

She wanted her werewolf to stop playing games. She wanted him to turn around and realise what he was doing. To realise how he was making her feel. But he didn't.

Evie wanted him. And yeah, sure, maybe it'd taken her some time to realise that. And yeah, maybe she should've told him about Chronos- but she'd had a lot on her mind.

This couldn't be the end, right?

Evie didn't think she could go back to how things were before. Before she'd met him. Before he'd promised her his everything.

All this over one silly little mistake.

It would happen eventually anyway. The future was bound to run its course. Evie couldn't stop that. Not unless she did something dark.

He kept digging around with that key until the door clicked open and the bell chimed.

She glanced up at the sign reading 'Witchy Woo'.

He was leaving her here.

He was seriously, actually leaving her here.

"In, Evette."

Back to the simple commands. To her old name. He wouldn't even look at her.

He'd withheld information. Why couldn't she do the same thing?

She hurried in after him. The dead werewolves were gone. Caspian must've handled that too. Still, the carpet was stained red and parts of her shelves were askew.

He dumped her duffel bag down on the shop counter and stared at it for a long moment.

She was more focused on staring at him.