MEGAN'S POV
Danielle's gaze moves past me to the building behind, then back to my face.
I can practically see the wheels turning in her head, trying to figure out why I'm here.
For a second, neither of us moves. We just stand there, locked in some ridiculous standoff like we're characters in a bad drama.
Her perfectly manicured nails tap against her phone screen, and I can feel the fake smile she's forcing on her lips.
"Well, well," she says, her voice dripping with condescension. "Look who decided to crawl back to Arkon. I heard you were back in town, but I didn't expect to see you here."
I arch a brow, refusing to give her the satisfaction of looking rattled. "Believe it. I'm here. And I'm not going anywhere."
Danielle's eyes narrow slightly, and I realize she's assessing me the
