Chapter Thirty-one

Evander’s POV

My mother and I finish our breakfast, sharing small talk about current events. I know she's dying to ask me about this new maid, but I'm glad she's smart enough not to. If I wanted to discuss the situation in front of the servants, I would have said more by now.

"All right, son," my mother says as she rises to her feet. "I have business to attend to elsewhere. Have a good day, Evander."

"I'll try," I mutter mostly to myself.

The image of that maid, Sylvie, sticks in my mind – her inflamed joints and cracked skin. I don't know why this maid matters. I've never cared about the lives of our servants before. That I even remembered her name was a minor miracle unto itself.

But something about her… I don't know, it just chaffed. It felt like an affront.

I need to talk to my mate. My Luna.

I also don't fully trust her out there at the border. I meant to go with her on this first day of her new duties, but she surprised me by leaving early. At the very least I need to mind link