Just as Elena stepped out of Hazel’s workshop, she stopped in her tracks. Evander was standing right in front of her, his gaze unreadable.
“You?” she said, startled.
Evander stepped closer. “What are you doing here?” he asked.
His tone sounded a little sharp to Elena's ears, as if he were surprised and angry that she had come to Hazel’s place.
“Are you worried I was going to confront her?” Elena taunted with a cynical smile.
“Is that what you did?” Evander shot back.
Elena let out a hollow laugh. “It seems you two have a habit of answering questions with questions,” she sneered.
“No, that’s not what I meant,” Evander corrected himself. “I was worried about you.”
Elena laughed again at that.
“Of course. Compared to her, I’m just an ordinary housewife with no special skills, so you
