(Evelyn’s POV)
“What’s it to you?” I responded coldly, my voice steady even though my pulse was racing.
Standing in front of me, Logan looked furious.
His dark eyes burned with an intensity that made the air between us feel heavy. His broad shoulders were tense beneath his tailored black suit, and his fists were clenched tightly at his sides. I could tell he was barely holding himself together.
I wasn’t sure who let him in, but they’d pay for it when this was all said and done.
The crowded ballroom seemed to fade away, the sounds of the music and murmured conversations dulling in the background. All I could hear was the sharpness in Logan’s voice and the pounding of my own heart.
Before I could say anything more, Artemis stepped forward, deliberately placing himself between Log
