Mirellie
Lucas was already waiting outside when I stepped out of the dining hall.
The moment his eyes landed on me, he straightened immediately. Unlike everyone else in this house, there was no mockery on his face. No disgust either. But there was something careful in his expression, like he didn’t know how he was supposed to act around me now.
I understood that feeling. I didn’t know who I was supposed to be anymore either.
“The Alpha asked me to escort you to the east wing,” he said quietly.
I nodded once because my throat still felt too tight to trust my voice.
We walked in silence through the long corridors of Evander’s house. My footsteps felt too loud against the polished floors. Everything around me looked expensive and perfect. Golden chandeliers hung overhead. Paintings line
