Evelynn's POV
I hung up the phone and scrambled to get dressed.
I had to get back to Obsidian Pack and find out what was really going on.
I was just about to text Zane the door swung open.
Sylas stepped inside, holding a glass of red wine like he owned the place.
My stomach dropped. Nausea hit me like a cold wave.
"What are you doing here?" I snapped. "Zane could see you."
I moved to step around him, heart pounding.
"I've got things to do. You need to leave. Now."
I couldn't stand another second with him.
Sylas never brought anything but disaster—and I knew better than to trust his smile.
Three years ago, Sylas helped me hide the truth—that I was never really Zane's mate.
And he'd been blackmailing me ever since. It started with money. Then came the demands for my body.
I left
