Chapter Twenty-Nine -Bold
The next morning, Evandra woke with a strange determination in her chest. The confusion of last night still pressed on her ribs, but Sage’s restless pacing had forced her to admit something: she was tired of waiting. Tired of pretending. If Tristan wanted her, he would have to step out from behind that wall of restraint.
She arrived at training early, stretching and loosening her limbs. The warriors had already begun their drills, sparring in pairs, the air thick with dust and sweat. When Tristan finally strode in, she felt it instantly—the way the energy shifted, the subtle ripple as his presence cut through the pack.
He glanced at her once, those piercing green eyes lingering a moment too long before he turned away. As though he hadn’t nearly unraveled at
