#CHAPTER 27 Banshee Weed Tea

I pushed him away. "Evan, no! You know--!" I couldn't even finish what I'd meant to say, the words catching in my throat like burning barbs gouging deep. How could he? All while thinking, all while knowing he would never stay with me, all while plotting to find another woman to be the one for him no matter what I did, he was still trying to do this to me? I lost her, he thought, the desperate hiss in his mind cutting into mine. I've lost her. You never even wanted me to begin with, I wanted to say back, but that would only expose me in the worst way. I moved aside, gently pushing away his hands from me. My heart ached at the struck expression carved into his face, but this wasn't fair. I couldn't throw myself at him when he had said to my face I wasn't the one for him. Even if he wished I was his mate, even if he wished he could stop searching... this was the choice he had made "Evan. We're still friends. We're practically family now since I'm in your pack, right? I