Windsor's POV
Scarlett's embrace wrapped around me like a shield, her arms trembling as she held me against her chest. Every muscle in my body screamed with exhaustion, but I pressed closer to her warmth, my fingers clutching desperately at her shirt.
When I managed to raise my head, the sight that greeted me made my blood turn to ice.
We were completely encircled. Mr. Sinclair stood among our captors, but what made my heart plummet were the two familiar faces flanking him. Miguel and Weston stood there like they belonged with the enemy.
The betrayal hit me harder than any physical blow could have. Even after witnessing their true colors, even after seeing them without their masks, I never imagined they would stoop to something this despicable.
"Hello there, sister," Miguel's voice dripped with false sweetness, that familiar smirk twisting his features.
