Tessa's POV
Evander is looking at me like a suspect now, and I don't know what to do.
In a flurry of nerves, I tuck the marriage contract underneath one of my legs and fold my hands atop my lap, schooling my expression into one of cool neutrality.
Hopefully he didn't get too close a look at what I was reading.
"I'm just tidying up the room," I say hastily. "Since, you know, I probably won't be leaving here for a bit…"
"Right," Evander says slowly, gaze still locked onto me like a vise.
I swallow nervously.
He glances around the room, which–thankfully–isn't terribly untidy.
So my lie should hold up.
"I've already had the news taken care of by the way," he says with a quick shake of his head. "Thanks to your very… public accident…"
My face flushes an embarrassed red, and I
