Evangeline’s POV:
I f****d up.
After everything that had happened with Alexei, I had apparently forgotten the most basic rule of survival—stranger danger.
I trusted Hugo. God, I trusted him. And now here I was, tied up like some helpless girl in a nightmare. My hands were bound tightly behind my back, the roughness of the rope cutting into my skin. My legs, similarly restrained, were aching from the tension. A thick cloth gag pressed between my lips, muffling every scream I wanted to let loose as I glared with all the fury I had at the man who stood before me.
Hugo.
His smug expression didn’t falter. "Don’t look at me like that, love. My hands are tied." He smirked, lips curling in mockery as he looked at my bound hands. "Metaphorically, I mean."
I rolled my eyes even though the stin
