EVANDER'S POV
The car hadn't even left the compound before she started.
Talking.
Ranting.
Complaining.
Breathing loudly on purpose.
My jaw ticked the way it always did when she got into one of her moods. I'm convinced the Moon Goddess cursed me personally because no normal human—blind or not—should have this much stamina for chaos.
She went on about the "new building," asking if it had a garden, a balcony, fresh air, soft grass, flowers, music, breakfast-on-demand—God, she didn't stop.
Then she switched topics like her brain was spinning a wheel.
"You know, before you kidnapped me—"
"You killed my father, by the way—"
"I used to live like a princess—"
"I hope the house looks expensive because I have standards—"
Her voice bounced around the car like she was trying to physically attack me with words.
I tried to ignore her—but ignoring Odette is impossible. She doesn't just talk. She fills the space. She pushes herself into the air you breathe.
