Evelyn.

The name echoed like a forgotten whisper pulled from a dark corner of memory.

I hadn’t heard it in years.

Hadn’t thought of her since Eliora’s final year in secondary school.

But I remembered what she was known for.

The girl with venom in her smile and secrets stitched into her .

The one who followed Eliora like a shadow.

Granny used to say, "A wicked twin may lead, but it’s the quiet one that does the damage."

And Evelyn had always been quiet.

Until she ...