EVELARA
This morning, the corridors of Valtherion seemed unusually quiet, though my thoughts were quite the opposite.
Each footstep was way too loud in the quiet, like my heart was about to give me away. I couldn't stop thinking about how Lucien looked at me at breakfast—his stare was cold and blank, but still intense.
Each fleeting glance from his eyes, each rumble in his voice, and every slight movement of his jaw were etched into my memory, an experience I would rather not have, yet one I could not seem to erase.
I told myself it was nothing. That it didn’t matter. That I didn’t care.
But—
Dravara’s low hum flowed through my mind like a cloud. ‘You felt it,’ she purred, her voice dark and edged with wicked amusement. ‘Even though you shouldn't.’
I exhaled with a s
