Windsor's POV
My body turned to stone the moment I spotted Scarlett Spirit in the doorway. Every instinct screamed at me to run, but my legs refused to obey. The photo album felt heavy in my trembling hands. When her sharp gaze landed on it, I snapped it shut and carefully returned it to its place on the shelf. The soft thud of the cover closing sounded deafening in the hushed space.
Neither of us moved. We simply stared at each other across the room.
Scarlett's eyes could have stripped paint from walls. She made a soft clicking sound with her tongue, and my whole body recoiled instinctively. Her hand drifted upward, fingers hovering near her temple in what looked like a practiced gesture.
"I wouldn't recommend reaching out to anyone right now," she said, folding her arms across her chest. "One call, and you'll find yourself permanently banned from these premises."
