Kyra hadn’t moved from the bed, her arms wrapped around her knees as she stared at the barred window. Her mind was heavy with thoughts of Ryder, of everything she had lost, and what might be ahead. A soft knock came at the door, snapping her out of her trance.
The latch clicked, and the door creaked open. Evelyn entered, her steps slow and deliberate, carrying a silver tray with a plate of food. She closed the door behind her without a word and glided across the room, placing the tray on the bedside table.
Kyra watched her cautiously, her burgundy eyes narrowing. Evelyn turned and studied her, a strange mix of curiosity and smugness on her face. “I can see why the Alphas are so… consumed by you,” Evelyn said, her tone light but laced with venom. “You truly are… unique.”
Kyra glared at h
