Mark waved his hand dismissively, "If she finds out, she'll understand. She's on my side!"

Tristan's lips pressed into a thin line. Arguing with such selfishness was a waste of time. "We're leaving."

But Evelyn blocked their path, unabashedly pleading, "Nova, could you just try talking to Mr. Wilde one more time?"

Without Nova's cooperation, they were truly stuck.

The shards of glass on the floor seemed to slash at Evelyn's heart. She had put so much effort into this, ...