𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥.
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In a world where control is everything, Evelyn is about to lose it all.
Plunged into a downward spiral, she discovers that her carefull...
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Freya placed Oliver's unconscious body on the bed, making it seem like he had fallen asleep. She slipped out of the room and walked away, thinking of a new plan.
Oliver was right; Freya needed to focus on the bounty that was now placed on Evelyn's head.
She walked toward the basement and walked to the cell that they held Evelyn's coffin spelled shut. She said the quick spell to unseal the coffin and lifted the lid. She sighed before grabbing Evelyn's hand and closing her eyes.
She had quickly found out that Evelyn could still feel everything that happened to her body, but she couldn't decipher if she could hear or move parts of her body.
Freya opened her eyes and she was now in the compound again. Evelyn stood by the spot where she killed Quinn and Adelaide.
"What is it now, Freya?" She asked, not even bothering to spare a glance at her aunt's presence.
"We need to talk."
"You sound like we're a couple about to break up," Evelyn mumbled, lifting her head and turning to her aunt. "Have you come to bring me more torture besides leaving me to rot in a box?" She asked, and Freya sighed.
"Why'd you mess with Oliver's head?" Freya asked. "And who's coming?"
"Bloody hell. For the last time, I didn't do that! And someone is coming. They managed to bring both meand Oliver into some version of this." She gestures around them. "They wanted to deliver a message; they did." Evelyn explained, a glare present on her features.
"Who is it, and why are they coming here? I need to know." Freya said, narrowing her eyes at her niece.
"I know exactly who it is and why they're coming. I threw Oliver out before he could find out. Now, if I did that, what makes you think I'll tell you?" Evelyn asked, throwing a smirk at Freya.
"Evelyn, I can't help you if you don't cooperate." Freya sighed exasperatedly.
"I don't need your help. If anything, it's my help you guys need." Evelyn argued, her gaze hardening.
"What are their intentions, Evelyn?" Freya demanded, her patience running thin.
"Fine, I'll tell you one thing," She declared, backing up into a dark hallway. "She," She paused as she continued to walk backwards. "Wants to kill me." Evelyn finished, one final smirk on her face before she disappeared completely.
Freya removed her hand and closed the lid. She sealed the coffin back, but she used a stronger spell that took more magic to break. She also placed a cloaking spell and a silencing spell on her, making sure she wouldn't be found.
She walked out, shutting the door behind her. She sauntered toward the second level as Oliver stormed up to her. "You knocked me out." He announced, and she nodded.
