*Eva*

She was here and I knew it. I felt it in my bones. He was trying to lead me off the path but I knew.

I had been working all day in the kitchens with a sour look on my face.

“Why the long face, angel?” Vincent nudged my shoulder. “You’ve been sour all day.”

“Just a lot on my mind,” I said with a resigned sigh.

“Talking could help.”

Vincent was always so good at trying to fix conflicts. He always wanted to try ...