Evelyn
The tension in the infirmary buzzed like electricity in the air, sharp and suffocating. Chris and I stood near the shelves of tinctures and gauze, still caught off guard by the way Logan and Emma had barged in like we were about to be caught doing something illicit.
But it wasn’t Logan’s presence that unsettled me.
It was Emma.
Her eyes sparkled with triumph as if she’d finally cornered her prey. The glow of the lanterns made the smear of makeup across her teeth look feral, and the smell of whiskey stung my nose as she stepped closer. She swayed slightly, but that smirk on her face was as sharp as a dagger.
“Well, isn’t this cozy?” she purred, gesturing lazily toward me and Chris. “After hours, hushed voices, dim lights. Must be nice, having access to the medical wing for your
