Chapter 50 I Trust You
Evelyn’s POV
I didn’t know when sleep dragged me under. My last clear memory was Lorenzo forcing me to stand up and eat something, his voice rough with irritation, but I couldn’t even remember if I obeyed.
I pushed myself upright, my body aching from everything that happened yesterday. A sharp pulse hammered behind my eyes, blurring the room until it slowly came back into focus.
My head tilted slightly, then I saw him.
Lorenzo.
Sleeping beside me.
His hair had fallen over his face, his breathing soft, rhythmic, unfairly peaceful. My fingers moved on their own, brushing a few strands away from his forehead.
God.
How could a man be this terrifying and still sleep like a fallen angel? His lips were still slightly swollen from last night, from what he did to me, from how he made me whisper his name in ways I never should.
An electric shiver ran through me, making me pull my hand back instantly.
No.
Absolutely not.
He is a monster. A murderer. A man who punished people like it was his profession. I shouldn’t be staring at him like he is an angel.
Yesterday’s events flashed back through my mind in pieces….Elena, Daisy, the ritual, my failed escape, the cell….. Nolan.
Fuck. Nolan.
I needed to see him. I needed to know he was alive, breathing, okay or something close to it.
I finally slipped out of bed, careful not to wake the demon snoring beside me. My legs trembled from the night before. My cheeks heated at the memory.
Stop thinking about that, I scolded myself.
I slid into the hallway, closing the door quietly behind me.
The house was too quiet, It was still early. The hallways were dim, the air still heavy with sleep. I moved slowly, listening for footsteps, praying I wasn't about to run into any of Lorenzo’s men.
Halfway down the stairs, a shadow appeared from the corner and I jumped in fear.
“Jesus!" I held my chest immediately and my eyes caught Patricia.
“Ms. Martins?” She whispered, glaring at me in confusion.
My head flipped around the space to make sure no other person was in view. “Good morning, Ma. Pat.”
“Good morning too…..Ms. Martins.”
She clutched the tray in her hands like she hoped it would shield her from whatever trouble I was dragging her into.
I pressed a finger to my lips. “Please…. keep your voice down.”
She whispered, “You’re not supposed to be out of the room. Lucifer gave orders that you are not permitted to be out until he says so.”
“I’m aware,” I said, my frustration barely contained. “That’s exactly why I need your help.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Help with what?”
“To see Nolan.”
The air shifted instantly.
Patricia stepped closer, lowering her voice. “Ms. Martins…. if Lucifer finds out you went to the cell block….”
“He won’t,” I cut in quickly. “Not if you help me.”
She just stared, conflicted. Torn between fear of Lorenzo and the fact that she genuinely cared.
“Patricia, please,” I said softly. “I need to see him.”
She hesitated. Then sighed. “What exactly do you want me to do?”
I grabbed her hand. “I need your clothes.”
Her eyes widened so dramatically I almost laughed. “You want to dress like me?”
“Yes.”
“And pretend to be a house staff?”
“Yes, please.” I answered desperately.
“Ms. Martins,” she whispered, “that is not just a little risky. That is….”
“Insane?” I said. “Probably. But I’m doing it anyway.”
She rubbed her forehead like she was calculating how fast her life could collapse. “Do you even know how to mimic me?”
“I’ll figure it out.”
She exhaled, defeated. “Fine. Let’s go. Before someone sees you.”
“Thank you so much.” I said desperately, my head still turning around with loads of prayers tumbling in my mind.
If I get caught, Lorenzo might do something worse, not just to me but this time Patricia too. I’m now dragging her into this mess and Lorenzo will never spare her if he finds out.
But no matter what I’m never stopping now. I can’t sit back and watch them kill Nolan.
I quietly followed Patricia until we slipped into the pantry, the door clicking softly behind us. The room smelled like herbs and spices, shelves stacked neatly against the walls.
Patricia tossed her apron and uniform at me. “Hurry.”
I changed quickly, trying not to think about how ridiculous I probably looked. The uniform hung a little loose, and Patricia tied a scarf around my head, leaving just my eyes visible.
She stepped back, studying me. “Oh, Ms. Martins.”
My eyes widened with questions hanging on my tongue.
She hissed. “Your face is still too pretty. They’ll ask questions.”
I frowned. “And what do you suggest?”
“Wait.”
She searched the shelf, grabbed another scarf, and wrapped it partly across my face.
“Tell them,” she continued, “that your eye got swollen from….. something.”
“Something like what?”
She waved her hand. “I don’t know. An allergic reaction.”
“That sounds normal. Good.” I nodded faintly.
“Okay,” she said, staring at me seriously. “Try to sound like me.”
I lowered my voice. “Good morning.”
She blinked. “Why do you sound like you’re about to rob a bank?”
I rolled my eyes. “Let me try again.”
I tried again, flatter, calmer. “Good morning.”
Patricia nodded slowly. “Better. Just don’t talk too much.”
“Yeah, I get you.” I added sharply.
I grabbed the food tray from the counter. She adjusted the scarf around my face one more time.
“You’re sure about this?” she whispered.
I rolled my eyes, allowing my shoulders to ease down a little. “I don’t have any other choice.”
The entrance to the cell block was colder, darker, the lights humming faintly above me. Two guards stood in front, stoic and alert.
One looked at me and frowned. “Patricia, why’s your face covered?”
I lowered my voice. “Got a bad allergic reaction last night. My eye’s a mess.”
Both guards winced in sympathy. “Damn. Sorry to hear that.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. Just delivering breakfast to the prisoner.”
They snapped their heads. “But Lucifer gave an order not to give him any food.”
God. My heart skipped. I already forgot, how come Patricia was going to serve him.
I cleared my throat, my eyes darting downwards nervously. “Well, I was not informed. Maybe I will stop when Lucifer gives me the order himself.”
They exchanged a look. Then stepped aside.
I didn’t hesitate, didn’t breathe until I was fully inside.
The hall leading to the cells felt like it carried its own heartbeat. I could hear chains clinking faintly, the echo of someone moving in the dark.
And then I saw him.
Nolan sat against the wall, wrists cuffed, head bowed, his chest rising and falling unevenly. His hair was messy, his skin pale, bruises scattered across his arms and jaw.
My heart cracked open.
“Nolan,” I whispered.
His head whipped up so fast the chains rattled.
His eyes widened. “Evelyn?”
I slipped inside and shut the door quietly, rushing toward him. He tried to stand even with the restraints, worry written into every inch of him.
“What are you doing here?” he whispered sharply. “If he finds out that you…..”
“I know,” I breathed. “But I needed to see you.”
He stared at me like he wasn’t sure if he should pull me closer or push me away for my own safety.
“Evelyn….. did he hurt you?” His voice shook. “Tell me he didn’t touch you.”
I swallowed. “I’m okay.”
He didn’t believe me. Not immediately. His eyes scanned me head to toe, searching for bruises, marks, anything.
“What did he do?” he asked again.
“Nolan…. I’m fine. Yes, he punished me.” I dropped the tray on the floor and held his hands firmly. “But not in the way that you think.”
His jaw clenched. Hard. “I swear, if he laid a hand on you in the wrong way.”
“Nolan,” I reached for him, “please stop. Lorenzo can never hurt me.”
He breathed heavily, trying to calm himself. Then his voice lowered, breaking slightly. “I thought he killed you yesterday.”
My throat closed.
He raised his hands, trying to touch my cheek but the chains held him short. So I leaned in to let his fingertips brush my skin.
His voice cracked. “Don’t ever scare me like that again, you shouldn’t have run away without telling me about your plans.”
I felt tears burning behind my eyes.
He leaned his forehead against mine, chains clinking softly with the movement. “Listen to me,” he whispered. “When I get out of here, I’m taking you with me. I’ll get you away from him. Whatever it costs.”
My breath trembled. “Nolan….”
“I’m serious. I’ll burn this whole place down before I let him keep you trapped forever.” He promised with a heavy heart.
More tears fell down my cheeks.
I traced my fingers along the bruises on his arm, my chest twisting painfully. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t apologize for anything he caused,” he said firmly. “This is on him. Not on you.”
We stayed like that for what felt like forever. His breathing, my heartbeat. His hands trembling. My tears falling silently into his palms.
But eventually….. reality snapped back.
I needed to leave before someone noticed.
I stood up slowly. “I have to go.”
Nolan rose too, as much as the chains allowed. “Be careful. Please, Evelyn. Don’t provoke him. Don’t do anything alone.”
I nodded.
He watched me like he was memorizing every movement. “I’ll get you out,” he whispered. “I swear to you.”
I forced a weak smile. “I know and I trust you.” Slowly we separated and I turned toward the door. His shaky breath twisted a part of me, I wish I could just untie him but that could be a death wish for him or me.
I stepped out with just the empty tray in my hand, scarf still over my face. The hallway was still empty.
Thank goodness.
All I have to do now is to sneak away quietly just the way I did before. But before I could reach the exit door a voice cut through the silence behind me.
“Well, this is interesting.”
My stomach dropped.
I turned.
Kim stood a few feet away, arms folded, she turned back as she was giving out orders to one of the men.
Oh my God. My heart skipped.
My pulse pounded in my ears. “I need to find somewhere and hide.”
I ran to the iron door beside the empty cell and hid there. After a few minutes, her voice started to fade. I wasn’t sure if she had gone or was still close by.
Before I could stand up to look, footsteps started coming toward me. The hard soles slammed against the floor, like someone ready for a fight.
Then the door creaked open, inch by inch, and my heart lurched. My eyes flew wide at the sight of the person standing there.