“How are you, Xheree?”
The sound of his voice felt like a ghost brushing against my spine.
I froze.
Viel’s hand, which had been resting casually on the table, stilled. He turned to me slowly, his sharp eyes narrowing. “You know him?”
I couldn’t meet Viel’s gaze. I stared at my untouched plate instead, my fingers tightening around my fork. “Yes,” I whispered. “I know him.”
Drew smiled the same warm, familiar smile that used to make my heart skip years ago. “She’s my maid,” he said lightly. “I’m glad I saw her today.”
I forced a small smile, but it didn’t reach my eyes. I hadn’t prepared myself for this. For him. For Drew Scott, my former boss’s son. The man who once promised to come back for me.
“Xheree, why aren’t you eating?” Lester asked, his voice snapping me back.
“Huh?” The wo
