Evelyn POV
Harrison entered my penthouse like a man walking into battle. His face was dark and unreadable, his shoulders stiff with tension. I watched him carefully from my spot on the couch, the unease from the mysterious messages still lingering in the back of my mind.
But I couldn’t let him see my doubt. Not now. Not when everything was so precariously balanced. I forced a warm smile, standing to greet him.
“Harrison,” I said softly, stepping closer.
He didn’t respond immediately, his sharp eyes scanning my face. I could see the weight of something pressing down on him, but I wasn’t sure what. Finally, he exhaled and nodded toward the couch.
“Sit,” he said, his voice firm but quieter than I expected.
I obeyed, perching on the edge of the cushion as he took a seat across from me. T
