Evie was no doubt glaring. Her face would be red, her nose probably scrunched, and there was a high chance she was about to slam one of her booted feet against the ground. Trystan would be watching her, looking impassive to the casual observer, but a trained eye could see how his friend came alive when he was sparring with his apprentice. How The Villain leaned into the act of being challenged, how utterly besotted he was with the woman who was brave enough to do it.
