Warlord Ch 92. Triple Troubles
He watched her, the vulnerability in her eyes startling him. Evelyn looked genuinely shaken, like she'd seen something in that dream that had left her rattled.
A part of him wanted to brush it off, to make a joke, to say something light-hearted and remind her that he was right here, safe, sitting across from her. But another part of him, a deeper, quieter part, recognized the fear behind her words, the kind of fear that didn't fade with reassurances.
He reached across the table, his fingers brushing against hers. "Evelyn… I'm here," he said softly, the words slipping out without him even thinking. "I'm right here. And I'm not going anywhere."
She looked down at their hands, her gaze lingering on the point of contact before she looked back up, meeting his eyes. "I was scared," she admitted, her voice carrying a raw honesty that she rarely let show. "I've fought so many battles. But this one… this one felt different."
