Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 955

Evan was mid-sentence when the shadow lunged at him again, attacking and demanding in the same breath,

"Where is he? Where is he? Where the hell is he?!"

Evan struggled against his opponent, constantly being forced to retreat.

White, his loyal snake, hissed anxiously, its forked tongue flickering in and out, eyes locked on Evan, waiting for a command to strike. But Evan remained silent, refusing to let White join the fray despite being at a disadvantage.

The shadow pressed on, and Evan shot back questions of his own,

"What's your deal with my master? What do you want with him? Why are your moves so similar to his? Did you train under the same mentor? Are you...?"

Suddenly, the shadow's grasp tightened around Evan's throat, lifting him off the ground as effortlessly as an eagle snatches a chick.

White tensed, ready to strike, but Evan gently pushed its head back into his pocket.

Perhaps it was the knowledge that he had White as his ace, or maybe it was the connection to his master that made him believe this assailant wouldn't truly harm him.

So, Evan wasn't scared.

Even with hands around his neck, he didn't panic; instead, he furrowed his brows and glared defiantly at the shadow towering over him.

The shadow peered down at Evan with an inscrutable expression, leaving Evan guessing his thoughts.

After a moment, the grip on Evan's throat was released.

"Tell me where he is, and I'll let you take a look down the well, deal?"

Evan coughed, rubbing his neck,

"I was gonna check it out regardless! If you wanna know about my master, answer my questions first. Who are you? What's your connection to my master? Got beef with him? Why were you at Sage Hall? And what do you want with my master?"

"Talkative! Just like him when he was young. Enough! I'll just tie you up and send out a message. He won't be able to hide then!"

Just as the shadow moved to act, a familiar figure suddenly stood in front of Evan, catching the shadow's fist!

Evan gasped, "Dad?!"

Tarquin said coldly, "Step aside!"

Evan shook his head, "No, I hadn't seen him before, nor did I know of his existence. It was a chance encounter."

"Not because of him, then why are you here at this hour?"

"I was..." Evan started, then suddenly clamped his mouth shut, struck by a thought.

Blinking at Tarquin, he was at a loss for words.

Explaining he was here to search for his grandmother's ashes, which might be under the control of a dried-up well, seemed far too upsetting.

He didn't want to distress his father...

Evan countered, "What about you? Why are you here?"

"I came looking for you. But you, what are you doing here?"

"I... I..."

Just then, a new noise came from beyond the courtyard wall.