Ty’s POV
Evie doesn’t bring up the rejection, nor the acceptance of said rejection, again. Instead, she dons the outfit Nichola brought her without assistance from me, then joins me on the floor to eat our meal.
The food did get a little cold during the ordeal with the corset, but it still hits the spot. Fighting dozens upon dozens of Crescent and Gibbous soldiers works up quite the appetite, apparently.
Evie, on the other hand, seems to have very little appetite. She nibbles daintily at the bread and takes a few sips of the soup, but little else.
Some thirty minutes after we’ve started eating, Nichola returns downstairs—this time with both Damon and Alpha Murray trailing behind her.
Murray is much older than Damon—easily in his fifties, or possibly even sixties, with salt-and-pepper
