The evil that led Eve back from death had walked her up the wall and bid her open the door to the monster that once was Beauvais. And, having done so, left her with nowhere to go.
Eve"s beauty was gone. She was pallid, sickly and destitute, with bright yellow eyes and black pupils. Her shaking hands fanned the billowing smoke and fought to shield her from the brilliant rays of sunlight that stabbed through the door. She was crying, bleeding, screaming, and her once shocking red hair was now shockingly on fire.
“Eve!” Trevelyan shouted as he started for the ambulatory door.
“No, Father,” Aimee screamed. “Father! There is no Eve!”
He stopped and stared, wondering what in God"s name was wrong with Aimee and knowing, at the same time, she was right. Debris fell and the fire raged beneath t
