EVA'S POV

What sort of animal was she?

Blood was trickling down my nose even when I tried to block the flow. The damage healed relatively quickly. But it wasn't my nose I cared about. It was my ego that Camille had bruised.

I had played out this scenario many times in my head, and never did it occur to me that she would react this way. She had changed. She wasn't the soft girl who allowed people to walk over her anymore.

"What exactly were you looking for?!" She yelled at me, her first ...