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EVE

I waited for the anticipation to grow so heavy that his hunger to know became insatiable. I had to reveal it to him, which means, just like Raghul’s ancient grand father knew, he must also swear on a blood covenant.

“I—” I started off as I looked at him. I had a sly grin on my face to show my unseriousness. “I am Eve Faye, a writer of children's books that has been sold in over 59 countries, and that is it,” I said so innocently in my attempt to mock him.

“I already know this,”

“Oh, you do? I guess that is all there is to know then; do have a wonderful evening.” I tried to walk away, and then he blocked my path.

“That night you murdered that old woman; you had a purple fog surrounding you; there were snakes on the floor; your hair wasn’t black as it is now but white; and when you turned, your eyes were translucent,” Zach explained. My body shivered because everything the oracle said was coming true. “What are you?”

I was quiet.

“Say something,” Zach calmly coerced me. “If it's som