Evelyn Grant was frozen to the spot, a bone-deep terror rooting her in place as she watched him approach, unhurried.
Every step he took was like a net tightening around her, caging her in. The rims of her eyes reddened uncontrollably. The suffocating feeling of having no escape left her breathless.
The world around them was a vast expanse of white snow. Only the delicate figure before him granted him a sliver of patience.
Preston Keaton's gaze fell upon her face. His tone was calm and mild, as if they had never been apart. "Why did you stop playing?"
The voice, sounding like it was from another lifetime, made Evelyn Grant's mind go blank. Her breathing grew ragged, her eyes glistening with moisture, and she was so terrified her fingers went numb.
"I..."
'I drugged him. I ran away from The Mid-Levels. I left him for a whole month.' One transgression after another flooded her mind. She didn't dare imagine what Preston Keaton would do to her.
