EVA'S POV
What sort of animal was she?
Blood was trickling down my nose even when I tried to block the flow. The damage healed relatively quickly. But it wasn't my nose I cared about. It was my ego that Camille had bruised.
I had played out this scenario many times in my head, and never did it occur to me that she would react this way. She had changed. She wasn't the soft girl who allowed people to walk over her anymore.
"What exactly were you looking for?!" She yelled at me, her first balling up again for another swing.
If we were alone, I would probably tell her. Her very existence irked me. Why was she the special one? Why was she born to the right mother? Why did she have to descend from Abigail? Why did she have to be blessed with that same gift, and why did she have to gain
