Kane’s POV
The pain within Evelyn’s eyes caused my chest to tighten uncontrollably. Every nerve in my body was screaming at me to close the distance between us and hold her close. But I knew that such an act would not have been accepted.
Evelyn’s facial features twitched with irritation as she fought to keep back the tears in her eyes.
Anguish and bitterness filled her tone. “You didn’t even look for me,” she whispered.
My breath caught in my lungs. She was right. I may have sensed that something was wrong, but it wasn’t as if I did anything about it.
What if she had been badly hurt? Hell, when Evelyn had walked back into the main hall with her dress torn and her hair a mess, I thought she’d been in a fight. Most of her features were still locked in their animalistic form—her eyes
