Trigger Warnings: This story contains mature, graphic, and potentially distressing content that may not be suitable for all readers. Please proceed with caution and care for your mental well-being.
Evangeline’s POV:
I was going to retch.
The nausea gripped me like a vice, clawing up my throat and squeezing my lungs. My stomach twisted violently, each breath a struggle against the tide of panic building in my chest. My pulse roared in my ears, drowning out all coherent thought.
My mind betrayed me, throwing me headfirst into memories I'd buried beneath layers of trauma and time.
The images were visceral. Blood. Screams. The stench of iron in the air. A floor slick with red. A face twisted in agony. I'd fought so hard to forget it all. I'd pretended those memories weren’t mine. But se
