“Take it slow. Don’t push yourself,” William said gently as he supported Evelyn’s arm while they stepped out of the car and into the apartment.

Evelyn gave a slight nod. Her body was indeed getting better, but the most painful part was no longer the effects of the poison—it was the reality that Clarissa was still trying to destroy her, in such a cruel and cowardly way.

The apartment was quiet and calm, yet a chill seemed to seep through the walls. William helped Evelyn sit on the sofa and wrapped a blanket around her legs.

“I’ve added extra security. They’ll be on duty 24/7,” William said, tapping something on...