Evangeline couldn't bring herself to run home, not yet. The thought of crossing paths with Serena made her stomach twist. She could already picture that smug smile, that delighted little laugh Serena gave whenever she caught her faltering. If Eva returned now, trembling and shaken, her sister would seize the chance to mock her until she broke.
No, she needed time to breathe, to steady the trembling in her hands, the quiver still running through her chest. The thought of Adrian and his raging eyes as he held her wrists still haunts her and she needed a place for security.
There was only one person she could turn to for that: Madam Trevor.
