A cold dread seeped into my bones as George's words sunk in. So consumed by the fear of Nicola discovering my feelings for Alexander, that I hadn't even considered the possibility of others watching.
After scouring for Isabel and not finding her, I turned to head towards where drinks were being served, needing something very strong when I bumped into George again.
"What do you want now, Mr. Harris?" I whispered, my voice barely audible above the distant strains of the music.
He leaned closer, his lips brushing against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "Patience, Evie," he murmured, his voice like smooth gravel. "In due time, you'll understand exactly what I need. But for now, let's just say you should consider yourself… forewarned."
A knot of apprehension tightened in my stomach. "Forewarned about what?"