Windsor's POV
"Well, well. What have we here?"
My stomach dropped. Of all the people I didn't want to see right now, Evelyn topped the list.
She stood there in the hallway, perfectly posed as always. Her chocolate brown hair fell in waves over her shoulders, and she wore that cruel smile I knew so well. The one that meant she was about to make my day infinitely worse.
"Evelyn." I kept my voice flat, neutral. I wouldn't give her the satisfaction of seeing how rattled I already was.
"You look upset." She tilted her head, feigning concern. "What's wrong? Reality finally setting in?"
I squared my shoulders. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh, I think you do." She stepped closer, and I caught the familiar scent of her expensive perfume. "You're starting to realize this place isn't what you thought it would be, aren't you? That you don't belong here any more than you belonged back home."
