Logan
I wasn’t looking for her.
I told myself that again as I pushed through the tavern’s doors, the scent of sweat, ale, and smoke choking the air.
This wasn’t about Evelyn. I just happened to be in the area. It didn’t matter that I had been told that she had been spotted heading into town in the direction of the tavern. I just needed a walk. Just needed—
The lie crumbled the moment I saw her.
She was slouched in a corner booth, an empty glass in front of her, another half-finished one in her hand. Her hair was slightly mussed, her cheeks flushed from drink, her eyes glassy and too bright.
I knew that look. Knew it from patrol nights gone wrong and full moons that brought too much chaos. Like my soldiers after a battle won, she was utterly drunk.
But she didn’t look wild or bo
