Angela’s POV
That voice sent a chill up the back of my neck. I recognized it instantly before I even turned around.
Slowly, I looked over my shoulder.
And there she was. Leaning against the wall, arms crossed, standing exactly where I didn’t want her to be today.
Evelyn Ross.
She looked just like she had back in school, beautiful, dangerous, sharp eyes, a smile that never quite reached warmth. Only now, she looked more mature. More refined. More expensive.
Her gaze swept over me from head to toe, her lips curling into a faint, mocking smile.
“Well, look who decided to show up,” she said. “Didn’t think I’d ever see you walking into the same room as me again.”
I swallowed. “What are you doing here?”
She raised an eyebrow. “Relax. I’m not here for you.” Her tone was flat, but edged.
