Elodie’s POV
The moment Nathan entered the ballroom, I knew this evening was going to be difficult. Not because he did anything. Not because he spoke to me. Not because he even approached me. The opposite. He stayed away, completely.
Deliberately.
And somehow that made everything worse.
I stood beside Damon while nobles drifted around us in carefully organized circles of conversation and politics. The Harvest Ceremony was reaching its busiest point. Music filled the hall. Servants moved through the crowd carrying drinks and food. Alphas discussed alliances while pretending they were discussing harvest yields.
The usual nonsense.
Unfortunately, my attention kept drifting.
Toward Nathan.
I hated it.
Because every time I looked in his direction, I found him doing exactly what he was
