Eve's expression hardened a steely resolve replacing the confusion and frustration that had clouded her features. The suggestion of altering the past had ignited a fire within her, fueling her unwavering determination. "No," she declared firmly.
Michaela's demeanor shifted, her smile morphing into something more sinister. "Given the power to change the past," she continued, her voice dripping with a perverse sweetness, "why not seize it and forge a new destiny?"
Eve's gaze remained resolute as she rejected the tempting proposition. "Even if granted the opportunity, I will not alter a single thing."
A sneer played across Michaela's lips as she taunted Eve. "Not even if it granted you the love of your life?" she jeered, trying to exploit the longing that Eve had harbored deep within her heart.
"What love?" Eve scoffed. "The man I once desired, the world and power I once craved—changing the past won't bring any of it back."
