Chapter 246

Evelyn’s PoV There was this fuzzy feeling in my brain, these spiders crawling down my spine, and I decided to ignore it. After our kiss, i began keeping tabs on him. Finian had been speaking to Odessa in hushed tones, his face was tense, his body rigid. I had thought it was about the pack, another manipulative tactic of hers, another ruthless order. But it kept happening. I had seen them together, talking discreetly, Odessa's sharp eyes glued on his as if she were assessing him for weakness. Finian never mentioned those chats, and when I asked him about them, he'd simply say Odessa was giving him a little instruction on strategy. The pieces fell into place only as I eavesdropped on them. As I headed toward the training pits, their voices floated through the air into my ears. I halted at the edge of Odessa's tent, standing half-hidden in the shadows. "You are doing well," she was saying; "she trusts you now." I frowned. They could have been talking about anybody, but there was something