Chapter Thirty-Nine – Heavy Thoughts
Tristan sat alone in his chambers, elbows on his knees, head bowed. The fire in the hearth had burned down to coals, but he barely noticed the chill creeping into the room.
The silence from Evandra pressed on him like a weight.
He’d seen it in her eyes when she left him—something fragile cracking. His silence had been meant as caution, as honesty, but what if she had taken it as rejection? After everything she had endured, would his hesitation feel like one more betrayal?
Thorne rumbled restlessly in his chest. You hurt her. She thinks you don’t want her.
Tristan dragged a hand down his face, jaw tight. “I do want her,” he whispered hoarsely into the empty room. More than he’d ever thought possible. The bond burned for her, pulled at him, made e
