Chapter 232 Mark Me Yours

• EVELYN
• I love him too, I thought. I had loved him since our first kiss, since the first flutter of my heart, from the first delicate stir of butterflies in my stomach. I loved him even in the moments I hated it—when I cursed him, when I cursed myself for falling into him, for letting the intoxicating euphoria consume me.
• I wanted to tell him this, but my teeth clenched too tightly around my lip to speak, and the lump in my throat choked my words.