Evelyn
Lucas left dinner with me in his tent, muttering about business he had to take care of and a guard outside if I needed anything. I’ve clearly hurt his feelings.
In my defense, that was my intent.
The more time I spend alone though, with nothing but intermittent surges of love through my connection with Alexander, the more I realize I may have played that wrong. I was trying to push him over the edge, but I was acting a little defensively.
He thought my matehood with Alexander was fake. Neither me nor my wolf liked that.
The fact of the matter is that I’m a prisoner. Again. I have to be acting more intentionally.
Playing five moves ahead.
So when Lucas comes back into his tent a couple hours later, I let him putz around, sitting down and taking off his boots in silence. I let
