( Logan’s POV)
“What are you doing here?” I bark the words before I can stop myself. My voice comes out harsher than I intend, edged with surprise and something else I don’t want to name.
Evelyn doesn’t flinch. Her tone is cold and clipped, like polished steel. “I’m the manager of the camp hospital now.”
That’s it. No greetings, no pleasantries. Just a title.
I narrow my eyes. “Manager? Of a military camp hospital?” I snort, the disbelief curling in my chest. “Did the prince hand you that title as some kind of favor?”
She doesn’t rise to the bait.
“You’re welcome to tour the facility if you’d like. I was going to inspect the recovery wing.” She pivots on her heel, giving me a professional nod, and walks off like I’m just another guest.
I follow, teeth grinding. A year ago, Evelyn w
