Chapter 85
- Evelyn’s POV
- I sat back on the plush velvet sofa, smoothing the fabric of my dress as I observed Amara, who was pacing nervously in front of me. Her restlessness was becoming tiresome, though I had to admit I appreciated her enthusiasm.
- “Amara,” I said, my voice calm but firm, “sit down. Your constant pacing is going to wear a hole in the carpet.”