Ravena's POV
I took another sip from the cup in my hand, letting the warmth of the wine coat my throat. But the moment it settled on my tongue, I frowned.
There was barely any burn. Just a sweet flavour that reminded me more of juice than wine. I stared down at the liquid, wondering if the bottle had gone bad. I was about to complain, but when I looked at Evander the words died in my throat.
He was gripping the edge of the armrest so hard that his knuckles turned white. He had been quiet through most of my story, but now I saw the rage hiding behind his calm.
Feeling guilty, I carefully placed the cup on the table and shifted to face him better.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
He looked up at me, his gaze calm. “For what?”
“For listening. For not asking me to stop. For sitting through ev
