Evie’s POV
“I feel like I owe you an apology,” Ian says an hour later as he lowers his sword. I could go on practicing for a few more hours at least, but he seems to want to talk, instead. “For… you know.”
I don’t appreciate his vagueness here. He does owe me an apology, and if he wants me to accept it, he’d better be specific. I decide to give him a hand. “For pretending I didn’t exist after Ty had his little episode?”
His eyes bulge, as they so often do when I refer to his precious king as “Ty” rather than "His Majesty" or say anything negative about him at all. His face soon relaxes, though, and he nods reluctantly. “Well… yes. For that.”
I run a hand through my hair, marveling at the slick, smooth feeling that so vastly differs from my old coarse curls. “Look, Ian… I know he’s your
