"Ma'am, you're awake?"
The gentle voice startled Evelyn. She wanted to turn her head but quickly realized that every inch of her body ached.
The searing heat in her memory pulled her back to the moment when flames engulfed her, making her shudder. Then, as if jolted by another sharp memory, she suddenly recalled those two razor-like fingers—her breath hitched as she instinctively reached for her eyes.
But instead of bare skin, her fingers met a layer of bandages.
"Aah! My eyes!"
The housekeeper flinched at her reaction and quickly grabbed her hand.
"Ma'am, don't be scared. Your eyes are fine. They'll be better in a couple of days."
As the woman spoke, a bizarre image flashed through Evelyn's mind.
A beautiful young woman holding a glass filled with amber liquid—then throwing it str
