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Chapter 34: The Shared Intel

Author: Sonia.C
last update publish date: 2026-09-17 16:03:54

Damon did not immediately move. He sat at the head of the mahogany table, his amber eyes shifting from the ink-smudged fingers pinning down the parchment to the sharp, luminous determination in Evie’s gaze. The faint amber glow behind his pupils flickered with a sudden, intense surprise—not the predatory alert of a wolf scenting a threat, but the profound shock of a man who had spent his life surrounded by warriors, only to be outmaneuvered by an architect with a drafting pen.

"Evelyn," he said
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