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 ...