Salem's POV
Okay, okay. I know I'm a lazy cat, but let's be clear: it's not laziness. It's just that I love to sleep. Eat, sleep, repeat. Oh, and don't even get me started on how a good TV show can sustain me for a whole week. That's a real form of self-care. So you can imagine how I felt when my precious peace and quiet was interrupted by Evie.
Don't get me wrong, I love her. Cherish her, even. But sometimes, just sometimes, she's annoying. Like barging into the house like the magical authorities were after her—slamming the door open like it's about to come off its hinges. Honestly, for a second, I thought she might've blown her secret and was about to get us both arrested.
"Salem! Salem!" she shouted, out of breath and looking all flustered, which only heightened my suspicions.
"What's wrong?" I asked, rolling my eyes but giving her the courtesy of listening.
Then came the bombshell.
"I kissed Lucius."
What?
I blinked. Slowly. I might've even stopped breathing for a second.
