EVIE
I want your midnights
Evie shakes her head slightly against his chest, hands unclenching knuckle by knuckle from the now wrinkled fabric at his spine. "I don't know. But he tried to keep its attention from us, and took my directions immediately." That's significantly more than she can say about some people also present. "Do you think he just hasn't practiced with it enough?" Call her soft, but Noah's heart had so clearly been in the right place that she can't help but think up explanations on his behalf. This time. Besides, her vitriol is far better suited for a different target. Vacillating between anger and fragile composure makes her feel lightheaded, but she can't stop it from happening. But it isn't done, not yet. "No, wait." Evie pulls away enough to turn red-rimmed eyes up at Deimos, expression grim but unrelenting. "I need to know what extremes you agree to. I mean it, I'm done. If Talyson forces my hand, I will exile him." He has already sworn allegiance to a different region, and Evie is well beyond caring if that means he won't see his family or ruins his business. If he manages to make it out of her office without triggering the nuclear option then all the better. Evie values justice more than revenge. But considering what she plans to say to the courier and the man's infamously foot-shaped mouth, she needs to know that her husband - her fellow Warden - agrees with the finality of it all.
