ALEX'S POVI had never felt so drained in my life. I felt like I had been tortured until every cell in my body was squeezed dry. I tried to take a nap as Eva suggested but my body ached like I was whipped and beaten. I was assaulted by the familiar fragrance of roses blooming and I felt a gentle hand caress my forehead. Though my eyes were closed I recognized her. She had a magical touch like a healer. I felt all my pain and fatigue melt away. I found myself drifting into a deep sleep but I had millions of questions to ask Eva. I shook my h

EVA'S POVI took out the bag and went to my room with Athena. I really wished that she hadn’t come. Then I could finish setting up everything quickly. I let out a deep sigh. Now, I would have to do everything at a frustrating human speed. Athena must have mistaken my sigh to indicate that I was worried about unpacking because she said, “ Eva, you can sit down. You must be tired. Let me put your things away.’

EVA'S POVI concentrated on listening to the form shifter’s conversation. I could use my power to listen to him easily but that would alert him of my presence.“ I have sensed its energy field on the campus, it’s somewhere on the campus itself.” He was talking in hushed tones but not low enough for a vampire’s ears. Something that was said on the other side seemed

ALEX'S POVI drove to the well of death first since I knew its location. The probability of Eva being there was low but I wanted to be sure. I felt sweat trickling down my forehead as I neared the place though it was a cold day. Last time when I was here, I was attacked by the Praishe. That incident burnt into my memory flashed before me and I felt shivers down my spine.

EVA'S POVI hoped desperately for the torture would end. I just couldn’t take it anymore I wanted to die but those morons were having too much fun. They would lure me with blood, tempting me again and again. I was helpless to resist and no matter how hard I tried I would be drawn towards it. I would touch the cage, only to be stung again. I had lost count of the number of times that they did this to me. I had even fainted once or twice but they would revive me each time, only to torture me again.