Ana's POV
I watched Irvin with suspicious eyes, keeping my guard up.
After Mr. & Mrs. Watson had tracked me down in Marcel and I'd simply brushed them off, I was certain I'd never deal with the Watson family again.
Yet here was Irvin, appearing out of thin air right in front of me.
"What's your game?" I asked, my tone measured but edged with caution.
The second Madeline called to warn me that Irvin was hunting for me, I knew this wasn't some casual visit—he was definitely scheming something.
Unlike his parents, Irvin had cut his teeth on the streets; he'd stop at nothing to get what he wanted.
Irvin strolled closer, his gaze icy and penetrating as it bore into mine.
He let out a bitter laugh, his voice dripping with contempt. "So you're the real Vernon family daughter now?"
