Serena clicked her tongue, clearly displeased to even be questioned. Her words were meant to wound, to see Evangeline flinch. Yet beneath that cruelty, another thought crept through Eva's mind—a darker one. Perhaps Serena knew. Perhaps she had always known what Eva was. Maybe they all did. Maybe their coldness was never just cruelty, but fear. Fear of her.
Her stomach turned. If they all knew... then what was she?
"I saw," Serena said at last, sighing dramatically. "But it's the truth, isn't it? I was surprised how you could even manage to get to the Lord's carriage. I doubt you went there to serve him... did you perhaps sell your body to the coachman instead? That would make much more sense."
Evangeline turned toward her slowly. The world around her seemed to still—the faint crackle of the fire dulled, even the wind outside the window seemed to hold its breath. She looked at Serena for a long, cold moment, until the girl's smirk faltered.
"You didn't see me."
