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Chapter 28-“A Taste of Light”

Author: Kristina Angels
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-09 02:58:36

Theo’s POV

I still can’t believe what Eva just told us.

After filling her in on the killings, it’s finally my turn to ask the questions.

“Eva, what can you tell us about her? The killer, I mean. Where were they? What does she look like?” I pause, trying to think deeper. “Her smell, her voice… anything that could help us track her down.”

She takes a deep breath before answering.

“It was dark, so I didn’t see any faces. I only saw through her eyes, and most of her memories were gone. I’m actually lucky I saw this much. Normally, after six hours, the brain loses ninety percent of its memories.”

She closes her eyes, inhaling deeply, trying to recall more.

“She’s young. Really young. But there was no remorse in her voice. She was like a soldier—focused only on completing her mission.”

Her eyes open, sharp and cold.

“I can try to isolate the voices, but it won’t be easy. And it’ll take time.”

Suddenly, her eyes flash white and she goes completely still.

I glance at Parker, who’s
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