(Lucy’s POV)
“We need to talk, Lucy.”
Amelia didn’t wait for an invitation. The moment the door swung open, Amelia Wolfe walked into my room like she owned the place. Her perfume hit first – expensive, commanding. She was everything I wasn’t in that moment: composed, confident, and perfectly put together.
I closed the door behind me, crossing my hands across my chest; perhaps it would stop my heart from beating so fast.
“What are you doing here?” 'I managed,' my voice catching in my throat. “How did you find me?”
Her lips curled into a mocking smile, the kind that made you feel small without her even saying a word.
“You’re a kid, Lucy,” she said with a quiet, cutting laugh. “Too little. Too vulnerable.”
My fingers tightened around the hoodie I was putting on. “That doesn’t answer my
