Chapter 116

Evelyn's Ward POV

The place stank.

Of sweat. Blood and vomit.

I clutched my bag tight, my hands trembling as I walked through the narrow, dimly lit alleyways of the slums.

Each corner looked the same—dirty brick walls, overflowing trash bins, and shadows that seemed to breathe.

I pulled my hood lower over my head, unsure if I was heading the right way. The directions I'd been given weren't clear, and every step I took felt like I was being watched.

Sweat beads were forming at the back of my head as my eyes moved from left to right.

Oh God. Please protect me.

I paused at a corner, squinting down the street.

This had to be the place. There were no other houses apart from bent light poles.

It's crazy how death was literally happening in this city and here I was in an alleyway at night.

But I couldn't see any signs, no indication that I was anywhere close to where I needed to be.