Assassin Creed Evie Mga Nobela at Kwento

Her long golden brown curly hair made her look like a goddess… not the white witch my daughter feared. The clanking of her stiletto made a noise as she walked toward me, like she could distinguish Marcus’ wife between Bethany and me. The asymmetric tiered skirt of her dress swayed, making Moira more attractive and shapely. Suddenly, I itched to ask if she was really my late husband’s cousin or another relationship I never knew about. “You’re Eve, right?” she chuckled, leaning forward and pressing her lips to my cheek. “And you must be Bethany,” she smiled, moving to the side to reach Bethany’s cheek. “Welcome to my humble abode.”