Chapter 91

**Evangeline's POV**

I woke to the sound of knocking at my door.

Not the harsh banging of servants or guards, but gentle taps that seemed almost shy. The thorns covering my walls shifted at the sound, black vines rustling like they were listening. The white flowers scattered among them glowed brighter, responding to my sudden alertness.

"Come in," I called, sitting up in bed.

Silas entered carrying a small wooden box in his hands. He looked different ...