Emily's POV
"Nice to see you again, Emily," Ilya said, her lips curling into a wicked smirk.
I took a sharp step back, my heart hammering against my ribs. How the hell was she back here?
"You... you're back," I stammered, a distinct hint of fear laced in my tone.
"Yes. Aren't you excited to see me?" she asked, tilting her head.
I forced an awkward, trembling smile onto my face. "Hmm, yes. I am excited to see you."
Fuck. I needed to get the hell out of here right now. Where the fuck was Davon? He was the one who had called me to this place, so what the hell was Ilya doing here?
"You don't seem all that excited to see me," she said, the amusement playing on her lips turning colder. "I mean, why would you be? The one you tried to manipulate is back."
"What? Tried to manipulate?" I scoffed, trying to play it off. "I didn't do anything."
