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*Trigger Warnings*

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*Trigger Warnings*

This chapter will include some very triggering topics. The topics that may be mentioned are; mentions of abuse, rape, drugging, trauma, burning. If these topics trigger you, please do not continue! I will mark where the trigger warnings begin and end if you just want to skip over them. Please, please, please do not read if these topics are going to trigger you.

(If I missed anything that should be included in the warning, please let me know!!!)


I got a journal because Evie told me to. That's all I have to say for today.

—Xaden's Personal Journal Entry; Entry Number One

(Evie, I know you're reading this.)

Chapter Eighteen

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Chapter Eighteen

| Everlyn's POV |


"Hey! Where'd your smile go?" I look over to see Xaden's smile had dropped. Gods, he's so grumpy. "Okay Loverboy, lead the way."

"Don't call me that." He snaps, looking over at me. See I know he doesn't like me giving him nicknames in public, but he secretly loved it. Trust me.

"Okay," I say softly, walking alongside him. "Come on, if she's anywhere it's probably her tree." He sways his head in the direction we're walking.

"You couldn't tell me she was a tree lover sooner? I fucking love trees, you asshat." What the actual hell. Who shoved a stick up his ass, and told him to keep things from me? "Also, you never told me what her name is? Jeez Xaden, ever heard of human interaction? Wait! Do you even know what her name is?" I can hear my voice raising octaves as my mind wanders, but I ignore it.

"Evie, I love you, but not so loud okay?" He reprimands in a hushed voice. "Also, her name is Wrenley. Also, for the record, I have had plenty of human interaction. Maybe a little too much." I roll my eyes at that, not even trying to hide it from him. "Shut the hell up." He pushes my shoulder, causing me to stumble to the side, but he quickly grabs my elbow, stabilizing me. "Sorry." He mutters.

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