KYRIE.
I know I have one of the best memories in the world, but this time... it was like my memory was playing tricks on me.
I knew I had seen those eyes before. But the question remains... Where? I had been fighting with my instinct since Saint and I walked into the hall, and my gaze rested on the woman I had come to know as Eve.
Every instinct in me screamed that she was the girl from that night. The one Saint and I had been searching for like lunatics. The one who disappeared after stealing from us. The one who had haunted the darker corners of my mind.
They both had the exact same eyes. Deep, blue, endless eyes. But... what if I was wrong? What if they weren't the same person?
If there is anything I hate with a passion, it’s embarrassment. What should I ask her? "Hey, were you the
