Evelyn
I can’t hide my face from Alexander any longer. Any fear of what he might see in my eyes, of what he might be motivated to give up for my benefit once he sees my face, is outweighed by my need to see my mate.
I lift my gaze, relief strengthening me with every step he takes closer. The sunlight shines off his battle gear, his purple royal cape swishing in his wake. He wears no helmet, his strong jaw set as he looks me over.
His bright blue eyes cloud with every injury he catalogs.
He slows when he gets closer, raising his sword toward Coltain. It’s funny that even with the traitor’s blade still pressed to my throat, my entire body throbbing in pain, my life and the fate of our kingdom hanging in the balance, I can’t help but notice how long Alexander’s white-blond hair has grown
