Windsor's POV
I spun around to find the man who had once held my heart completely standing mere feet away. Yet where his presence once brought comfort and safety, now I felt only an uncomfortable chill of apprehension. The familiar flutter in my chest had transformed into something far more unsettling.
"Windsor," he spoke my name with that same familiar cadence, though his tone carried none of the harshness from our recent confrontations.
Here we stood, isolated within the twisting pathways of this elaborate garden, and my instincts screamed at me to retreat. I took a cautious step backward, grateful when he remained rooted in place.
"Where's Evelyn?" The question slipped out before I could stop it, carrying an unmistakable edge of sarcasm.
His shoulders sagged as he dragged his fingers through his dark hair. "Evelyn and I... that's over."
