Eve’s POV
The night smelled like rain. The sky was heavy with gray clouds, it felt like the universe was trying to tell me something was going to happen, the air stung painfully against my skin as Astrid walked closer to me. I didn’t try to run, I just knew it wouldn’t matter.
“Turn around,” she ordered
I slowly did as she said. Her hair was damp, clinging to her cheeks, and the blade in her hands caught the reflection of the moonlight
I had seen Astrid angry before, and this didn’t look like anger. This clearly looked like exhaustion wearing the mask of violence.
“You should not have come back here, Eve.”
I swallowed the lump forming in my throat, tasting the bitterness that always came with her name. “For real, say something else.”
“No, I mean it more than the last time.” Her fi
