Chapter Forty-Four - Sparks
Evandra sat across from Balor in the Crescent Alpha’s hall, her back straight, hands folded neatly in her lap. She’d been trained to survive worse than this. She knew how to keep her expression smooth even when her heart hammered.
And yet… when his golden eyes lingered on her, something inside her stuttered.
He was circling again, like he couldn’t help himself, the power in his stride filling the chamber. The resemblance to Tristan clawed at her mind—those sharp angles, that air of dominance—but where Tristan’s presence was steel and ice, Balor was wildfire. A storm contained only by his own will.
“Strange,” he said at last, his voice deep, curling around her like smoke. “How I feel… something. A pull.”
Evandra’s throat tightened, but she forced her voic
