Evaline:
I had said everything I needed to say. Every thought, every explanation, every plea that had been burning inside me spilled out like water from a broken jar.
When silence followed, I dared to lift my head, my eyes moving between Oscar and Draven. Both of them wore unreadable expressions - shadows in their eyes, their jaws tense, their shoulders rigid.
That was when it hit me.
Two angry mates. At the same time.
A lump rose in my throat. How was I supposed to handle this? Whom was I supposed to pacify first?
My gaze shifted from Draven's clenched fists to Oscar's tightened jaw. I knew them well enough by now - Draven could be stubborn and sharp when angered, but he was also quicker to soften if I reached him in the right way. Oscar, though… Oscar was the kind of storm that didn't easily pass once it started.
After a moment of internal debate, I decided to start with the one who was harder to deal with if left unattended - Oscar.
