Logan
The scent of antiseptic clung to the canvas walls of the healer's tent and the noise of the healing soldier filled the space endlessly, but it was Evelyn’s presence that grounded me.
She sat quietly beside me when she was not out healing others, tending to me among other people, and always returning to me, even if few words were exchanged.
As she sat beside me, her hands were steady, her face focused, but something was off. I’d seen her like this in the heat of battle—calm, competent, impenetrable—but right now, there was something in her eyes that tugged at me.
It wasn’t worry.
It wasn’t anger, either.
It was… recognition.
Like she was staring through me. Past me. At something only she could see.
I frowned. “What is it?”
Evelyn blinked quickly, as if shaking herself fro
