“You want a taste?” Evelyn confirmed.
Marc rarely spoke aloud, especially with Evelyn. From what Clara understood, those two two were linked by blood and could share thoughts, emotions, and words without outwardly appearing to do so… Evelyn avoids it when I’m around because she thinks it’s impolite to exclude others…
Evelyn’s sire was a beautiful man, with black hair, dark brown eyes, and sunburned skin. He was built like a strongman of old, but had the demeanour and bearing of an old soldier. He was only one inch taller than Evelyn, which meant he stuck out in an age where women were taller on average.
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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