Chapter 18

Ravena's POV

Evander blinked slowly, and then without a word, he turned away. He poured something from a small kettle into a metal cup and held it out to me. “Drink this.”

I hesitated, staring at the steam that curled above it. “What is it?”

“It’s tea,” he replied flatly. “For your nerves. You are s...

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