Mirellie
I followed quietly behind Evander as we continued through the market, still trying to fully process what had just happened.
The woman’s apology replayed over and over inside my head, refusing to settle properly in my mind. My chest still felt strange because of it—tight and unsteady in a way I didn’t understand.
No one had ever apologized to me before. Not my mother. Not Calliope. Not the servants who whispered when I walked past. Not the nurses at the clinic who laughed whenever they thought I couldn’t hear them.
No one. And somehow, the fact that Evander had demanded it publicly made the entire thing feel even more unreal.
I kept my gaze lowered as we walked, painfully aware of the stares still following us through the market streets. Pack members moved aside immediately fo
