EVELARA
I woke before dawn, the first shards of light barely brushing the horizon, and my mind was already restless.
Lucien’s text burned in my thoughts: ‘Tomorrow. Before dawn, in the same place. Don’t be late…. Have a good sleep.’
And each time my stomach tightened. Good sleep? Well that becomes a freaking myth! Who asked that man to text me that way?
Arshole!
Dravara circled me in my mind like a hawk, purring with amusement. ‘And here she goes again, cursing him, yet smiling ear to ear.’
I groaned, burying my face in the pillow. ‘I am not smiling!’ I muttered, but the thought of seeing him again—the controlled, unreadable man—made my pulse hammer.
‘Yeah, yeah, you're not smiling. You're grinning.’ Drave rolled her eyes, making me groan again…
Minutes later, aft
