Evans’ POV
The euphoria that covered Briony's hut was thick, filled with something viable but invisible. I could sense it pressing against my delicate skin, a suffocating weight that made my heart throb behind my ribcage. Kieran's towering presence could only add to it, his eyes locked into mine that reflected something unreadable and dark.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, my tone resonating sharper than I intended. He had barged into the hut as though he had the right to thwart the processing peace I was trying to build.
His sharp jaws clenched. “I'm not here for your games. I am here for serious business.”
“The Mister is here for serious business. Interesting.” I scoffed inwardly. That had been his excuse. Always having a duty is more important than the feeling we both felt. I fol
