'What the hell is happening?'
I knew who she was.
Evelyn Alaric.
The Pope of the Order of the Fallen Flame.
A Radiant-ranker under contract with the Demon Lord of Pride.
One of the most dangerous beings in the world.
And yet, as she stood there, fingers brushing against Rose's cheek, there was something wrong. Something that made my skin crawl more than her power did.
How was she connected to Rose?
There was nothing about this in the novel.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
"Did they treat you badly?" Evelyn asked, her voice like honey laced with poison, her fingers tracing over Rose's cheek with mocking gentleness.
Rose flinched. Not from fear. From something else. Something raw.
"Stop acting like you care about me!" she yelled, her voice cracking. "Get out! Stop disturbing my life! Stop hurting people I like! Just… stop. Please."
Her breath hitched.
I could hear it. The sound of her sobbing.
