Ravena's POV
Evander blinked slowly, and then without a word, he turned away. He poured something from a small kettle into a metal cup and held it out to me. “Drink this.”
I hesitated, staring at the steam that curled above it. “What is it?”
“It’s tea,” he replied flatly. “For your nerves. You are shaking like a leaf.”
My cheeks flushed with heat as I snatched the cup, even though my pride ached at his bluntness. I slowly took a sip of the bitter liquid, and somehow it helped calm the tightness in my chest. I looked at him again, searching for an answer he would not give.
Just then, he raised his voice toward the tent’s entrance. “Tell Ryan to make sure that there is enough for the barracks.”
I froze. “Food?”
He turned back to me, his face calm and unreadable. “Yes. Food.”
“But I…
