Chapter Seventeen - Final Goodbye
Evandra paused at the end of the corridor outside the Crescent delegation’s guest wing. The air felt different here. Heavier. Charged. Like a storm waiting to break. She hadn’t seen Balor since the feast, and though he’d sat stone-faced and quiet, she’d felt him through the bond the entire night—simmering, seething, burning.
Her wolf, Sage, was uneasy too. He’s pacing, Sage said, restless. He’s unsettled. Go gently.
Evandra wasn’t sure she could. Not with Balor. Not with the one who had kidnapped her and nearly set fire to everything before the Moon Goddess had intervened. She squared her shoulders anyway and knocked once before pushing the door open.
Balor stood at the foot of the bed, methodically packing his things into a black leather duffle. The m
