Evander's POV
Astrid’s silence didn’t last as usual.
Her lips curled into a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. She tilted her head and stepped forward, like the weight of her fear had suddenly vanished.
“Of course,” she said with a bitter laugh. “Of course, you would protect her. She is your little witch, after all.”
The crowd gasped. Ravena stiffened, but said nothing. Her silence was stronger than any insult. I, on the other hand, could not hold back.
Astrid kept going, her eyes filled with venom. “You have been blinded by her stupid face, by her perfect little voice. You gave her command like it was some prize for warming your bed. What is next, Evander? A crown?”
My vision immediately went dark around the edges and without thinking, I moved.
Before her next word could leav
