The steel blade against Evelyn’s throat remained steady, its frozen edge biting lightly into her porcelain skin.
A single wrong breath could split her vein. A single display of panic could convince the Grand Commander that she was an enemy assassin sent to dismantle his shadow army.
Yet, Evelyn did not tremble. She did not flinch.
Instead, she slowly raised her chin, pressing her throat slightly closer to the cold metal, forcing Alexander’s grey-blue eyes to locked onto hers. Her dark eyes burned with an unyielding, lethal brilliance that belonged to a woman who had already stared into the abyss of death and dragged herself back from it.
"Do you truly believe a spy would stand before you in broad moonlight, completely unarmed, offering you thirty thousand grain supply crates and a
