Chapter 243

Evelyn’s PoV I sat on a fallen log near the edge of the camp, staring into the fire. The campfire cast crackling light against the dark sky. Weeks had passed since I left my pack, weeks since the day I chose to follow Odessa; and somehow, I still wasn’t sure if I had done the right thing. At first, everything she stood for was against me. I refused to train like her rogues, refused to eat at the same fire as them, and refused to speak unless spoken to. But time has a strange way of softening things. The longer I stayed, the less they looked at me like I was an outsider. I had no idea if that was a good thing. "You’re brooding again," Finian’s voice interrupted my thoughts. I glanced up just as he dropped down beside me, stretching out his long legs and leaning back onto his elbows. His dark hair was tousled from training, his knuckles bruised from sparring. He smirked at my silence. "You do that a lot," he continued. "Sit here, staring at the fire, looking all deep like you are plottin