DRAKE POV:
"Please welcome... Elizabeth Nightshade."
The principal's voice echoed through the assembly hall, and as soon as those words left his mouth, my attention snapped to the stage.
My gaze immediately shifted to the stage where she stood, a vision of poise and power. Elizabeth. Of course, she was here. Of course, she had to make an appearance today of all days. My eyes darted to Eve, the woman standing before me wasn't her. It was Rose. Rose Hawthorn. Her disguise.
I saw her—just for a split second—glance in my direction, her eyes hidden behind a mask of professionalism. She was doing everything she could to keep her cool, to distance herself from what had happened between us. But it didn't matter. I knew the truth. I knew who she really was.
Why on earth was Elizabeth here?
