Chapter 90. Clashed With the Devil

Evelyn’s POV

Now I understood why Ava had been so troubled. Even after I found out where Nathan was, her unease didn’t subside.

She’d been feeling something I wasn’t feeling. Nathan wasn’t just walking into danger; he was stepping straight into the lion’s den.

“Oh God,” I whispered, “I really hope you’re okay, Nathan.”

“Can you feel anything, Ava?” I asked, clutching at the faint hope that her connection to him might give us a clue if Nathan was fine.

“Nothing, Evelyn,” she said. “It’s like he detached himself from his wolf. I can’t catch his scent, and I can’t feel a single thing.”

At least we knew where he was now. That much, I held on to. “I just hope he’s fine,” I murmured.

“I don’t know, Evelyn,” Ava replied hesitantly. “I feel like something bad has happened though.”

“Oh, Ava! Don’t do this to me now, I’m already in shock—enough shock to light me up like a damn power grid.”

She didn’t laugh. She didn’t even smile. In