Evelyn's p.o.v.
Silas told me they never killed someone, promised they would never lie to me, claimed they were werewolves. Good werewolves.
His kind beautiful face danced before my eyes...smiling as he lied, smiling as he fooled me over and over again, smiling as he turned out to be every other man in my life.
Dangerous filthy liar.
I wrapped my arms around my torso, feeling my skin ripping apart in tainted cold. It felt like I was standing in the middle of a freezing ocean, but burning inside with flames. Just as they burned them. The women.
My eyes couldn't look away from those pictures...one, of a dark mansion I called home now. I can recognize that attic from anywhere, no matter the time. Even in that picture, the wall was tainted with blood. The other one was some burned-up
