Chapter 195

Evelyn’s PoV Lately, things did not feel right at all, almost as if the world was out of tune in a way. My father was avoiding me, Marcus was ignoring me and secrets that I wasn’t privy to seemed to be everywhere. All I could sense was that there must be something colossal looming behind it—something that close friends were hiding from me. When I found Marcus, he was perched on a log at the edge of the camp, honing his blade, which was something he always did when he needed time to introspect. I could tell even from where I was standing that something was very off with him. “Marcus,” I whispered as I approached him. He flicked another glance at me, his was face impassive, then he looked back to the sword. “Evelyn.” I took a seat next to him. “Are you okay?” He paused for a moment gripping the handle more firmly. “I’m fine.” I frowned. “You don’t seem fine. Plus, you’ve been ignoring me and I can’t seem to wonder why you’d do that?” Marcus slowly ceased sharpening and looked at the grou