After spending all night tossing and turning in a restless sleep, Evelina stepped out of her chambers with two distinct goals: uncover the truth behind the attempt on Prince Damian's life, or find a way back to her own time and world.
One plan or the other would work—she was determined to see at least one through.
The fresh morning air from the palace corridors brushed against her face, helping to clear her thoughts as she moved quickly.
'No distractions,' she told herself firmly. 'Especially not Damian.'
But as fate would have it, just as she turned a corner, the last person she wanted to see appeared at the other end of the hallway. Damian's unmistakable figure strode toward her, his silver eyes already locking onto hers.
Eve felt a rush of panic and, without a second thought, turned around and went back the way she had just come.
"Evelina!" Damian's voice echoed.