In a secluded courtyard inside the pack house, a man and a woman stood facing each other, he, handsome and imposing; she, elegant and composed. But deep within their gazes, turbulent undercurrents churned.
Draken clenched his fists at his sides, his voice low and restrained, as if suppressing a storm of emotions.
“Evelyn, is that truly the path you want to take?”
Evelyn was silent. She lowered her eyes, hiding the fierce turmoil within. After a few moments, she looked up at him and replied calmly,
“Yes.”
Draken’s brows drew together tightly. He stepped closer, his deep black eyes locking onto hers, pressing her with his stare.
“Even knowing it won’t bring you happiness?”
Evelyn tilted her chin slightly, meeting his burning gaze, forcing herself to stay steady.
“How could it not? An
