“Two days what?” I ask, confused.
“That’s when my packages will be here.”
“What packages?” Haidyn wonders.
She gives me a chilling smile before looking at her brother. “That’s…a surprise.”
With that, she walks past me and out of their room. I smile, following after her, knowing my girl is going to fuck Evan up, and I can’t wait to see how she does it.
Entering my room, I close the door and watch her sit on the end of the bed. Her head is down, and she stares at the floor.
Sitting next to her, I take Eve’s hand in mine. “If you’re not ready?—”
“I need to tell you something.” She looks up at me, and her green eyes are swimming with unshed tears. “You’re…” They drop to the floor before they return to mine and she whispers. “You’re going to hate me.”
I laugh to try and lighten the mood. “That’s impossible, angel.”
Licking her lips, she pulls her hand from mine. “You know how I told you I had an imaginary friend?”
“Yeah.”
“It had to of been my sister, right?” She frowns. “She looked like me but not like me.” Getting to her feet, she starts to pace. “She was what I wanted to look like. She wasn’t malnourished or covered in bruises. She was beautiful?—”
“You are beautiful, Eve.” I stand, grabbing her hand, bringing her to a stop.
She pulls it from mine once more and crosses them over her chest. “You don’t understand.”
“I’m trying to,” I admit, confused about where she’s going.
“I told her everything, Kash. I thought…I thought I made her up. My father and LeAnne made me think I was seeing things. The girl came and went, and no one even looked her way, let alone spoke to her.”
I sigh. It was their plan all along. They set Eve up. Who was she going to tell? No one. Garrett never let her leave Carnage.
“I’m the reason Isabella tortured you the way she did during your training.” Her eyes fill with fresh tears.
I frown. “What? No, Eve…”
“Yes.” She sniffs. “I was down in the basement that night your father found you. I was…” She swallows. “I was in my cell when your mother killed herself.” The first tear rolls down her cheek. “The following week, my imaginary friend showed up, and I told her I was in trouble for playing in the basement.”
“Angel—”
“I told her everything, and she just sat there and listened. Don’t you see?” She cries. “Vivian must have told LeAnne, who then told Isabella. That’s why she threw you into the cell your mother was in. I did that…” She points to herself.
“Stop, Eve.” I reach out and grab her, pulling her flush with my body. “That was not your fault.”
“I’m so sorry.” She buries her face in my shirt.
Grabbing her face, I push her away so I can look her in the eyes. “You are not responsible for their actions, Eve.” She was a child when my mother died. I hate that she had to see that. But I will not let her blame herself. My wife wants to take responsibility for everything when she had no control. None of this is her fault.
“But—”
“But nothing. Do you hear me? It was not your fault. Say it,” I command. “Tell me it’s not your fault, Eve.”
She sniffs. “It wasn’t…my fault.”
I pull her back into me, and she wraps her arms around my waist, clinging to me.
EVERETT
