~~~Emily
I turned away before I did something stupid. Like slap him. Or cry. Or both.
Harvard must be getting desperate.
The words echoed in my mind, sharp, smug, like he enjoyed trying to cut me down. I should’ve known better than to try being civil. To share something real with him.
I stared out the window, jaw clenched. The garden outside was perfect. Controlled. Like everything in this house. Nothing out of place. Just like they wanted me to be.
This whole situation was ridiculous.
This house. This arrangement. This smug, arrogant, insufferable man standing behind me.
I scoffed to myself.
Here I was, thinking maybe he was the man from the forest.
The electricity I felt when I touched him was the same. Unmistakable.
But there was no way he was that man.
That man—whoever he wa
