EVELARA
The moment I saw him, the air left my lungs.
Lucien stood at the far end of the hall, surrounded by dignitaries, soldiers, nobles— yet he looked carved out of another world entirely.
Tall, Unmoving and Composed in a way that felt unnatural, like every emotion inside him was locked behind steel.
And still… His eyes found mine instantly.
It was not by coincidence, not by chance. Like he had been waiting for it.
A hot, traitorous pulse flickered through my chest.
‘Stupid body.’ I cursed under my breath.
‘Stupid warmth.’ Dravara cursed in my mind.
I tore my gaze away immediately, pretending to admire a floral arrangement like it was the most fascinating thing in the kingdom. But I could feel him watching me.
And damn I hate that burn in my chest.
Ever
