Chapter 37

• “Nope,” she chuckled. “I presumed he liked it and that was that. Asking Taevon questions is like trying to talk to a wall. He hides things and would prefer taking them to his grave.”
• I couldn't agree more as I drank from my cup. All the questions I had asked him had been kept in a puddle and pushed behind a veil. He didn’t want me knowing a lot about his life and he kept most things about himself a secret.
• I was finding out things about his life now and I was wishing I had been told about them before going forward with my wicked plans of bringing down his brother.