“Until you know what you want, every man in this palace will choose for you.”
Albert heard Marcus’s words through the half-open council door.
He stopped in the corridor.
Evelyn did not answer.
The silence between them carried more intimacy than a touch would have.
Albert’s wolf pushed hard against his control.
He could enter.
He could remind Marcus that Blackcoast stood inside Greyhaven Palace as an allied guest under Greyhaven law. He could use rank, law, or the mate bond to interrupt what he had no right to claim.
Instead, Albert stepped back before Evelyn emerged.
She saw him immediately.
Her expression closed.
“Were you listening?”
“I heard one sentence.”
“That was one too many.”
She moved past him.
Albert followed for three steps, then stopped.
“Come to my apartments t
