She straightened, her posture regal, as if preparing to tell a tale rather than relive a traumatic experience. Her tone softened, taking on a deceptive air of vulnerability as she continued. "You remember me, don't you, Master? I was just a young, curious girl back then. All I wanted was to find a cure for my little sister. She was sick, you see. Deathly sick. And I... I was desperate to save her."
Her voice was low, almost sorrowful, and for a moment, the tension in the room seemed to ease—though only slightly. But Adrian, watching the scene unfold, could sense that beneath her story, there was something darker at play.
Veda's gaze remained steely, her lips pressed tightly together, though her eyes flickered with the faintest hint of recognition as Evangeline continued.
