EIGHTEEN

EVA'S POV

Once I had gotten enough of the diseased flesh under my nails, Amity and I made our way to where Hector was locked up.

The guards were nowhere close and even if they were right in front of me, it would not matter.

We reached the second isolated chamber. Simply put, it was a room inside a room.

Amity proceeded to open the lock of the front gate because I couldn't touch anything at the moment.

The gate creaked open, revealing another cell in the distance. The glistening metal against the torch at the side was the only reason it was visible in the darkness.

There was someone inside. They were walking in circles. My presence interrupted their mantra, however.

As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I recognized the face.

I approached Hector with caution. I needed all kinds of dubious thoughts to cross his mind while I made my way to him.

"Eva?" he croaked, disbelief evident in his tone.

"Surprised to see me, old friend?" I smirked.

"Old friend?" He snickered, stalking towards