Her entire body screamed to lunge. To scream. To tear down the smug look on the woman's face. But she didn't move. She didn't speak. She just stared at Evan, waiting, no, daring him to speak first.
Surely this was it.
This was his moment.
He'd rip away her mask. Humiliate her. He'd call her by name. Laugh in her face. Remind her of where she came from, of how beneath him she used to be. It was what he lived for control, superiority, the high of watching someone else crumble.
She could almost hear his voice now: "Oh, didn't you know, Uncle? That's Cassandra. My ex. The one who begged me to stay. The one I had to leave behind."
But Evan said none of those things.
Instead, he smiled.
Slow. Almost pleasant. But something sharp and coiled lingered behind his gaze.
"Uncle," he began, smo
