Evie Warwick seemed to have a knack for finding herself in situations where she sees people she very much does not want to see. It's as if she has a beacon on her head, screaming her name and attracting anybody she knows. This time felt just as bad as when Easton ambushed her on her way to see somebody who had promised to sort out all her problems if she were to return a few favours -- safe to say she missed that appointment with no thanks to her brother.
It was now, with a hand on her upper thigh and its owner's lips whispering into the part of her neck that meets the jaw, that she locked eyes with one Monty King walking through the doorway. The arm around her waist suddenly felt much too tight, and the money definitely not worth it. Why did the all knowing being in the sky seem to hate her of all people?
"I've got to go," Evie murmered to the man, who quite frankly was old enough to be her father. He didn't react like her Da though, full of dad jokes and pennies to throw in fountains he believed would bring luck. The man pulled her in closer and she winced at the tightness on her leg, using both her hands to try and unhook his claws.
God, this could not get any worse.