Evander's POV
I didn't even hear my mother shouting my name behind me. Her voice was nothing but background noise, blending into the sound of my boots hitting the marble floor. I was already halfway out the door before I realized I hadn't taken my jacket. Not that I cared.
The moment I stepped outside, the air felt too heavy, too thick. It carried that smell — iron and smoke — the kind of air that meant trouble. Every muscle in my body was locked. My thoughts? A mess. My chest? Tight. I didn't even know what to feel.
Odette.
I hated the sound of her name in my head. It did things to me I couldn't control.
I moved fast, every step louder than the last. The guards near the house pretended not to look at me, but I could feel their eyes following me. Everyone could. The moment Elena opened her mouth in that room, everyone probably already knew.
They know.
They know someone touched my human.
I didn't care. Let them watch. Let them whisper.
