Since The Voice had revealed Evie's secret to him (or at least, implied well enough that he'd understood) Sam had felt an obligation to somehow reveal to her what he knew - it sat heavily in his chest, this new knowledge, something he wished he could have found out from Evie...but Gods didn't care about the smaller details of human relationships, did they?
He'd put it off for as long as he could manage, but finally he knew he'd have to talk to her soon or he might burst from the pressure; he walked into her Apothecary one morning, before the sun had really rose. It was early, but most shopkeeps arrived at this time to set things up and prepare for the day ahead.
"Evie?" Sam called out as he stepped in. "Are you here? I'd like to speak with you."
Samuel
I want you so badly
But you could be anyone
