Ravena's POV
When I eventually took his hand, his fingers closed around mine like he had done it a thousand times before. Like it was nothing. But to me, it wasn’t nothing. It was everything. His hand was warm, strong, grounding. And it pulled me forward when my legs didn’t know what to do.
We walked in silence and as we stepped back toward the heart of the camp, I expected him to release me. But surprisingly he didn’t.
When we reached the largest tent—the main war tent—I slowed down.
“Evander…” I started, but he let go of my hand then and pulled the flap open.
“Come inside.”
I hesitated. “Why?”
“Just come,” he said, already stepping in.
I followed him and the moment I entered, the room shifted. All the senior warriors were inside. Mira’s father. Rhea’s brother. And there, seated
