Evelyn's POV
Aldrich waved his hand, and immediately, two rogues walked up to me nervously and began untying me. I've always had a keen sense for danger—maybe it's the rogue in me, or perhaps it's just the hard lessons I learned living in the rogue camp, where Aldrich had basically raised me. But as the rogues untied the ropes binding my wrists with a casual flick of his wrists, I felt a deep, unsettling twinge in my gut. Aldrich's eyes, normally sharp as flint, held a softness when they met mine. It was disarming. He believed me. He believed his long-lost Evelyn had somehow returned to him. How painfully wrong he was.
“One of ours, once thought lost, has returned." He paused, allowing his words to linger. Every rogue in the stronghold looked toward him. There were hundreds of them. "Eve
