Evelyn’s POV

The door slammed behind me, and I didn’t stop walking.

I didn’t even know where I was going. I just needed space—air—distance. Every step away from Gideon’s manor felt like a defiance, like I was taking back control of something that had quietly slipped through my fingers.

I wasn’t just angry. I was burning.

That woman—Serana—walked in like she still belonged here. Like this was her palace, not mine. She ...