Chapter 366

Alaric

I ended the call and tossed the phone onto my desk.

Evelina Thorne. Running a café in Connecticut.

Five years without a word. No calls, no emails, not even a damn text. Just gone, like she'd never existed except in my memories and the occasional dreams I refused to acknowledge.

"Vance’s Veranda," I muttered.

What kind of name was that for a café? Too cutesy. Too small-town. Too... Evelina,