Evander's POV
My whole body froze when I heard a man's voice coming from Claire's apartment. My first instinct was to find him and make him regret showing up here in the middle of the night. How dare he come around and question us like he belonged here?
A fire started to burn inside me—something dark and possessive as jealousy surged through me that I couldn't hold back. But what really stung was the way Claire's face lit up when she saw him, like she was truly happy he was there.
My fists clenched, and my jaw tightened. Who did this guy think he was? And why did he get that smile from her—the one I had been waiting so long to see?
Claire pushed me aside, and any mood I had to tease her vanished. I was barely holding myself together, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. But when I turned to face the guy, I noticed he wasn't alone. A woman was draped over his arm, clearly drunk and struggling to stay upright.
