Juliette POV
Later that evening, as night fell, I sat alone in the living room, replaying Evelyn’s cryptic warning in my head. What wasn’t Harrison telling me? And why would Evelyn, of all people, warn me about him?
Just as I was about to lose myself in another spiral of worry, my phone buzzed again. My heart raced as I snatched it up, praying it was Lily. But the number on the screen wasn’t hers—it was Harrison’s.
I hesitated, my thumb hovering over the “Answer” button. Finally, I took a deep breath and pressed it. “What do you want, Harrison?”
“Have you made your decision yet?” His voice was cold, impatient.
“Decision?” I repeated, my anger flaring. “You mean your disgusting ultimatum? No, I haven’t. And I won’t.”
There was a long pause on the other end, and when Harrison spoke ag
