EVELYN
I took a few deep breaths until the frantic rhythm of my heart began to slow. It felt worse than any nightmare.
Do I love him? What a ridiculous question.
My throat was dry, aching for a water. As I sat up and pushed the blanket aside, I realized I wasn’t alone. Someone was on my bed, his back resting against the headboard. His silhouette cut sharp and still against the moonlight spilling through the narrow window.
I might’ve screamed—if not for his scent. The sharpness of alcohol lingered on him, mixed with a faint trace of feminine perfume. Still, I was rattled. He appeared as though summoned by the very dream I’d just escaped.
His eyes were closed, brows drawn into a slight furrow. He looked like he’d come straight from a celebration. I remembered Elsa mentioning that new l
