Calista
I didn't remember everything—just the blood. The way the world faded after Nyx took over. But I knew one thing, Daphne was dead.
Ophelia had been punished for leading me into that trap, along with the other three girls. I didn’t ask how. I didn’t want to know.
The last three days passed in a haze. Each morning, Lilith sent me to Azazel’s chambers, and every time, they looked exactly as I left them—untouched, silent, still. He hadn’t shown up once.
He hadn't been around in so long, I wondered if he was even real.
“Silver hair,” Lilith called. I turned and headed towards her.
“Getting assigned to Azazel's Chambers again, aren't we?” Nyx snickered inside my head.
“When do we get to see Mr charming?” She continued.
Nyx had become ever so present after Daphne, and she would
