Chapter Twenty-Eight – Testing the Scar
Evandra
His hand was still wrapped around hers, warm and unyielding, when Tristan’s voice shifted—lower, probing.
“Do you still love him?”
The question struck like an arrow. Her breath hitched, and for a heartbeat she forgot how to breathe. Sage snarled inside her, furious at the audacity, yet beneath it Evandra felt the tremor of truth: this was what Tristan needed to know.
Her lips parted, but no sound came. Finally, she whispered, “Love doesn’t just vanish overnight.”
Tristan’s jaw worked, the muscle twitching beneath the stubble on his chin. His green eyes burned, but she couldn’t read if it was with anger, jealousy, or something else entirely.
Evandra forced herself to continue, even though her voice trembled. “He was my mate. My Alpha
