Mirellie
Evander’s eyes locked onto mine and the breath froze in my lungs. For one terrifying second, neither of us moved.
The warm overhead lights cast long shadows across the corridor, illuminating Evander where he stood several feet away and casting uneven shadows across his face, but they did nothing to soften what I saw there.
His breathing was rough and uneven, his chest rising harder than it should have. One of his fists was still pressed against the cracked wall, blood running slowly down his knuckles from where he had punched through solid stone like it was nothing.
My heart began hammering painfully against my ribs.
He looked dangerous. Not in the calm, cold way he usually did.
This was different. This looked raw and untamed. His dark eyes fixed on me so intensely that my
