(Evelyn’s POV)
Logan breaks something in me that I didn’t even know was still fragile.
I try to pretend I’m fine as I leave the seminar. I even smile at one of the younger healers who thanks me for my teachings. I nod, murmur a kind “you’re doing well,” and retreat to my quarters in the palace like I haven’t just been gutted.
But the moment the door closes behind me, the air shifts.
It becomes unbearable.
The silence presses in like water over a drowning head. Every breath feels heavier.
Thicker. My chest tightens, and I grip the edge of my writing desk to steady myself.
I can still hear his voice.
“You inserted yourself into my life.”
As if I were nothing more than an inconvenience. A shadow creeping too close to his spotlight.
I’d loved him. Gods, I had loved him with a devo
