#Chapter 77: Support

Evelyn The tension in the council chamber was so thick I could feel it on my skin like humid air. It was hot and pulsing. I sat to the right of my father, the Alpha King, but I was unconsciously leaning toward the person to my left. Logan. The man who hadn’t stopped staring at me since I entered the room. The fire crackling in the hearth behind him threw shifting shadows across his cheekbones, painting him in flickering shades that softened his features. I had to forcibly tear my gaze away to keep from staring. Something between us had shifted since he’d handed those divorce papers to me. I couldn’t shake the softness in his gaze, the way he had gently asked me to try again. And I couldn’t dismiss the feeling in me that I might just want to do that too. But now was not the time to linger on something as petty as divorce. My father hadn’t spoken yet. He stood instead, pacing slowly in front of the long oak table, the remnants of the treaty I had drafted laid out before