Silence fell again, but this time it wasn't one of fear—it was one of realization.
"She didn't tell us," Elsa murmured. "She made this illusion just for us."
"Maybe she didn't want to scare us," Cynthia said quietly.
"Or maybe," Emerald said, turning toward the door Eva had left through, "she's playing her own game."
They all turned to look at the door.
Eva, the mysterious woman with darkness powers, who claimed to be repaying a favor.
Who dressed like a witch from a storybook, and had saved them from a death they had no hope of escaping.
A heretic, yes. But also their savior.
For now.
Elsa walked over to the couch and plopped down with a tired sigh. "I still don't get it. What kind of heretic just saves people from other heretics?"
Lela flopped beside her. "Maybe she's just… a nice heretic?"
Cynthia gave a half-hearted laugh. "Now that's a sentence I never thought I'd hear."
