EVA'S POV
She had played me like a fiddle. Nothing was fine anymore. The calculated plan I had erected collapsed under her pretty foot.
I was furious, more at myself than even her, because this had been my fault. I stomped back to my room, blaming myself for this fresh hell.
If I hadn't taken that useless Amity's stupid advice, then I wouldn't be here. This was all on me, so it was left for me to set it right.
When I reached the front door of my room, an idea burned bright in my mind. I wondered if it was going to work, though. Hector didn't trust me. But did it matter?
My thoughts lingered on how that would ever benefit me. My mind was bereft of fresh ideas.
Only someone came to my mind in times like this.
I stepped away from the door and headed to the crypt. Like before, the guard
