Evander's words echoed in the silence of Aveloria's chamber. For a moment, she thought she'd heard wrong. Her heart skipped. Her eyes met his, searching for any sign of playfulness or usual tease, but there was none.
"You're sure about what you saw?" she asked, voice steady but her hands clenched at her sides.
Evander nodded without hesitation. "Yes, I'm sure. I saw Rowena at Marek's house. They were kissing. They seemed close. Too close." He rattled on about how it had all happened.
The air in the room tightened. Aveloria's expression didn't change immediately. She only looked away, her jaw setting as she exhaled slowly. Galen stood beside her, overseeing her face, uncertain of what reaction might come next.
"I see," she said finally, her tone flat. "And what do you expect me to do about that?"
Evander frowned. "Aren't you going to confront him? Or her?"
