[Third-Person’s POV]
“Where’s Evelyn?” Alexander asked Ian.
He didn’t bother to hide the desperation in his voice. He needed to see her. He needed to find out if she was truly alright.
As he fully anticipated, the palace takeover had gone down without a single issue. According to Oliver, there were hardly any casualties on their end. And even Ian was able to cleanly patch up anyone who needed it.
Over the last couple of hours, he’d been trying to let his earlier demeanor recede back into the recesses of his mind. That darker version of himself had to be tucked away for a much later date. There was no way he’d be able to get anywhere close to Evelyn if she still thought that he wasn’t in his right mind.
He would never hurt her—that much he knew.
However, it had gone without sayin
