The palace halls were quiet save for the distant chirping of crickets. A thin veil of moonlight spilled through the window, casting soft shadows on the velvet drapes. Adrian stood by the window, his arms folded tightly across his chest, eyes staring into the night but seeing none of it. He hadn’t changed from the ball his royal robe was slightly crumpled, and his collar was open.
Evelyn sat on the edge of the bed, her arms stiff, lips pressed tight. Neither had spoken since she stormed in with fire in her eyes and tears she refused to shed.
Finally, Adrian turned. “Are you going to keep looking at the wall or finally say something?”
She stood. “Why? So you can explain how your hands ended up on her waist?”
“I didn’t touch her like that, Evelyn"
“I saw it. I saw the way she leaned into
