Chapter 18

Unknown P.O.V.

His patent leather shoes stomped through the snow, his breath freezing in the air as he exhaled. He pulled the doors open wide.

Immediately his eyes found her; her aging face, neck, and hands were coated in blood and her hair was stained with it.

Bodies littered the dirty floor around her.

"You've been busy," he said, the decaying, coppery smell filling his nostrils.

Her eves narrowed as she stood up. "And you're late."

Evelyn's P.O.V.

I hung out with Li that morning after Adam showered and left for a meeting. She had come up to the room, asking if I wanted breakfast delivered to me.

Instead, I suggested that she show me around.

I had only been through a quarter of the castle at that point. She showed me the kitchens-which there were three of-and informed me that they cooked over three hundred meals a day for the staff that worked in the castle. Nearly fifty people lived

there, but over two hundred made the commute from the village each day to work in the castle.

"Does