Before that word finished reverberating off the bathroom walls, Evelyn was standing outside the shower with the door open. Those eyes were wild as though looking for a threat but finding none.
“What’s—(wrong),” Evelyn asked.
“…Fertility…”
“What?”
“…I killed… the goddess of fertility…”
Evelyn cocked a brow before looking at the sponge. Spots of red were beginning to appear over the golden liquid. At the sight of Clara’s golden blood, Evelyn’s fangs dropped back into place.

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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