Evelyn's POV
The sun was already out when I walked down the narrow hallway toward Lucian's chambers, a tray of breakfast balanced carefully in my hands. Golden light filtered through the stained glass windows, casting splashes of red and amber across the marble floor, yet somehow, the world still felt gray to me.
My body was moving, but my mind was trapped in a storm.
Everything that had happened since dawn still clung to me like smoke. The chaos. The blood. The screams. The Nightshade attack that tore through the Shadow Walker pack. And Lucian.…
Lucian, returning in a blur of power and violence. Lucian, drenched in blood but untouchable. Lucian, saving me, only to walk past me afterward as if I didn't even exist.
That memory had been replaying over and over in my mind like a cruel taunt. The way his cold eyes slid right over me without even a flicker of recognition. The way his expression was carved from ice.
