Evelyn
The tension in the council chamber was so thick I could feel it on my skin like humid air. It was hot and pulsing.
I sat to the right of my father, the Alpha King, but I was unconsciously leaning toward the person to my left. Logan. The man who hadn’t stopped staring at me since I entered the room. The fire crackling in the hearth behind him threw shifting shadows across his cheekbones, painting him in flickering shades that softened his features. I had to forcibly tear my gaze away to keep from staring.
Something between us had shifted since he’d handed those divorce papers to me. I couldn’t shake the softness in his gaze, the way he had gently asked me to try again. And I couldn’t dismiss the feeling in me that I might just want to do that too.
But now was not the tim
