“Ma chère, it was a pleasure to see such a delectable specimen smile.”
Clara took a half step, leading them to fall out of sync. Evelyn looked up, and saw those glassy eyes. She pulled down her scarf and with a hop kissed Clara on the cheek. The jolt of cold from those lips shocked her out of her trance.
“I only have eyes for you,” Evelyn said. “Being an artist, I can still see the… potential in others…”
“I’m sorry,” Clara confessed. “I was being—(selfish.)”
“Human?” Evelyn countered. “Yes you were. I felt the same when you went hunting with Julia.”
“Really? You?”
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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