Ravena's POV
"I don't know," Evander said quietly. "But I hope he does."
The words hung between us for a moment, filled with honesty and doubt.
Then he gestured ahead. "Let's go. You need to rest."
I followed him until we arrived at a camp, my mind still turning over everything that had happened. The confrontation with Astrid. Lucien's broken apology. The choice I had made to walk away.
My chest felt lighter somehow. Like a weight I had been carrying for years had finally been lifted.
We stopped at a tent near the edge of the camp. It was larger than the others, set up on a quiet patch of lawn away from the noise and activity.
Evander held the flap open for me. "After you."
As soon as I stepped inside, I was immediately struck by a familiar, mouth-watering aroma.
The scent of coo
