Chapter 38 Everly
Chapter thirty-eight
Everly
Istand on the balcony looking out into the garden. Tonight is the first night of the new moon, and I’ve been locked away in my room with Zaria. The others have been kept away from me for their safety and mine.
The urge for Maxon’s blood burns through me, setting alight a fiery hunger coiled tight in my chest. It isn’t just the thirst—it’s the need.
But that need is dangerous, and I know it.
Zaria said if I let it consume me, I could fall ill—or worse, lose myself completely to madness. Neither option is appealing.
Fenris offered his blood, but I declined immediately, recoiling at the thought. It isn’t about him—it isn’t about anyone but Maxon. No one else’s blood can quench this. No one else can calm the storm raging inside me.
I force my attention to the garden stretching out before me.