Evander's POV
“I miss them,” Ravena cried. “I miss my mother’s voice, my nephews’ laughter, and even the scent of my father’s cloak. I miss the way the house felt warm even when it rained.”
Her fists tightened in my shirt as she leaned into me, shaking, tears soaking through my jacket.
“I really miss them,” she whispered, again and again.
I held her tighter and for the first time in a very long time, I wished I could take someone’s pain for myself. I would have taken every hurt in her heart if it meant she could rest for a moment. If it meant I could see her smile the way she must have smiled before life turned cruel.
Her body shook for a while until her sobs began to slow and her breathing became more steady.
When I felt her calm enough, I slowly peeled off my soaked jacket and tos
