Ravena's POV
I felt a flush of heat creeping up my neck as I remembered that Evander didn't know that Lucien and I were already divorced, and that he had married another.
Swallowing the truth, I raised my chin. “Fine, I won't be caught off guard.”
"Very well," he said firmly. "Stay focused on why you are here.”
“I always do.” I turned away from him before my voice could c***k. “Good night, Your Highness.”
Leaving his tent, I walked slowly across the quiet lane. The night air carried the scent of ash and pine. My hands shook until I curled them into fists.
When I entered my tent, I found the bowl exactly where I had left it. I filled it with water and washed my face, feeling the chill of the water on the small cut on my brow. Hatred burned steadily in my chest for Lucien and for Ast
