Logan
I returned to the palace with nothing but dust on my boots and shame clawing down my spine. Alex sent a glare at me out of the corner of his eyes as he walked, fury wafting from him like a scent.
He had been horrified when I trudged back out of the rogue camp without Evelyn. I had no victory and, admittedly, no plan going forward.
We had confronted and sought Emma’s help for nothing. We had risked our necks for a failed attempt. But I was not one to haul women away against their will. If Evelyn said that now was not the time, I had to believe her.
The walk back had been hell, each footstep pounding like a war drum in my chest. Because I knew what waited for me back in the palace.
I kept replaying the look on her face as I walked away. The way her mouth opened like she
