Chapter 39
Evelyn’s voice was soft, and it cut through the thick cloud of irritability that followed Arden like a physical shadow. Currently, they were walking along the main thoroughfare of the palace toward the festival grounds, and Malakor was strolling a few paces ahead, appearing engrossed in a group of admiring ladies.
“What’s eating at you all of a sudden?” Evelyn asked, falling into step beside Arden.
Arden didn't answer immediately. She kept her eyes fixed on the back of Malakor’s head, her hand instinctively resting on the hilt of her belt. After the tumultuous phone call with Warlord, her entire mood had been dampened. The spark of triumph she’d felt after slugging a Dragon Prince had been thoroughly extinguished by the cold weight of her mate’s doubt.
Evelyn was the first t
