~ Becca ~
I noticed Evan watching me.
That’s how it always goes when someone is paying too much attention but trying not to look obvious about it.
He didn’t stare. He didn’t hover. He just watched in glances. A glance when he thought I wasn’t looking. A pause when I walked into a room. His eyes stayed on my face a second longer than necessary, like his brain was trying to finish a puzzle it didn’t have the picture for.
Evan Hale was the quiet one. Stephen’s and jace’s cousin. The one everyone forgot because he didn’t yell, didn’t dominate conversations, didn’t act like the world owed him something. He worked in finance, stayed neutral in family drama, and had a habit of observing instead of participating.
Which made him dangerous.
We were at a charity mixer Mrs. Hale insisted on host
