Ty’s POV
It takes everything in me not to burst out of my chambers, down the stairs, out the doors, and straight out to Evie to demand to know exactly what they talked about and, more importantly, why Ian had to go and take her hands in his.
I don’t, though, because I know, deep down, that it’s all a test. If I lose my temper again, I fail the test, prove that she was right to accept my rejection, and lose her forever.
At least, I hope it’s a test. The alternative—that I already have lost her forever—is too terrifying to even consider.
I may not confront her immediately, but that doesn’t mean I don’t confront her at all. By nightfall, my wolf is absolutely howling with the need to talk to her about it—really, to see her at all—and I succumb.
She knows my knock by now. It isn’t really
