Evaline:
I opened the door, and there he was.
Oscar.
His dark emerald eyes softened the moment they met mine. His lips parted like he was about to say something, but I didn't give him the chance.
I stepped aside without a word.
He seemed surprised but didn't question it. Instead, he stepped inside the cottage as his eyes took in the space with a flicker of confusion.
"You are really into abandoned cabins lately, huh?" he muttered lightly, though I could tell he was only half-joking. "What's going on, Eva? Why did you-"
And then he stopped.
His gaze locked on Draven, who had just straightened from where he had been standing near the window with his arms crossed tightly over his chest. The second their eyes met, everything in the room froze.
Oscar's whole body stiffened. "Draven?"
"Yeah," Draven said, his voice low. "That's me. And what the hell are you doing here?"
Neither of them moved.
They didn't need to. The weight in the room was heavy enough already.
