Overwhelming nausea whirled in Evalynn's stomach, bringing droplets of sweat to her forehead. Quinn's chest pressed against her own and the girl's gentle breathing assured Evalynn that she was still asleep.
What would she think if looked at me right now? Would she see a monster who had its first taste of blood?
Evalynn touched her slender fingers to her mouth, running the tips over her lips like a museum curator examining a sculpture. They were as soft as ever and she couldn't feel any demonic fangs growing behind them. She was the same as she always was.
She let out a sigh of relief as if the realization negated the happiness she'd felt from killing the Uldian man a few moments earlier. She wasn't happy, just tired and delusional from all the stress. She was the same innocent girl tha
