Evan could hear Harold's distant shouts, his empty threats that had scared her once and left her vulnerable. And now.. It all felt so useless. As if she was scared of nothing.
"Evangeline, are you okay?" She blinked and looked at Damien. He was standing in front of a bench. When she nodded, he slowly placed her on the bench.
"You knew Harold was there, right?" He did not reply, but did not refuse it too when he sat beside her and looked back at the palace where the man was struggling or had already been thrown out.
"I do not like scum like him. He needed to see it from his eyes that he had lost you." The words brought a smile to her face. She had seen the rage and insecurities hidden beneath that rage.
