#Chapter 67: Exile

Logan I returned to the palace with nothing but dust on my boots and shame clawing down my spine. Alex sent a glare at me out of the corner of his eyes as he walked, fury wafting from him like a scent. He had been horrified when I trudged back out of the rogue camp without Evelyn. I had no victory and, admittedly, no plan going forward. We had confronted and sought Emma’s help for nothing. We had risked our necks for a failed attempt. But I was not one to haul women away against their will. If Evelyn said that now was not the time, I had to believe her. The walk back had been hell, each footstep pounding like a war drum in my chest. Because I knew what waited for me back in the palace. I kept replaying the look on her face as I walked away. The way her mouth opened like she wanted to call out to me, but didn’t as I left. The feel of her forehead against mine. The way her eyes shimmered with tears that she’d barely been holding back. And worse than all of that was th