Evelyn’s POV
Aldrich waved his hand, and immediately, two rogues walked up to me nervously and began untying me. I've always had a keen sense for danger—maybe it's the rogue in me, or perhaps it's just the hard lessons I learned living in the rogue camp, where Aldrich had basically raised me. But as the rogues untied the ropes binding my wrists with a casual flick of his wrists, I felt a deep, unsettling twinge in my gut. Aldrich's eyes, normally sharp as flint, held a softness when they met mine. It was disarming. He believed me. He believed his long-lost Evelyn had somehow returned to him. How painfully wrong he was.