Lucian's POV
The courtyard was almost empty by the time we arrived. I watched Evelyn step from the car and walk away without looking back. Her shoulders were small and taut, the way she carried herself told me she wanted nothing from me but distance. Good. Maybe this will convince the goddess that she made the biggest mistake my making her my mate
Still, the sight of her retreating figure lodged in me like a bone. Her face, the mark on her arm, the way the crescent had flared when I saved her…. it wouldn't leave me.
I found my chambers and the silence inside had teeth. I stripped off the outer cloak more by habit than need, the blood on it dried into a pattern I could not pretend not to see, and I let the robe fall. In the privacy of my room I allowed the restlessness to unfurl. I paced. I sat. I tried not to think of her.
That failed.
