Evans POV.
I was content to look at Nina, who had passed out.
She was just too loud and often tried to challenge the bottom of my patience.
I hated listening to her, and every word she said made me angry.
Now, she finally shut up, which made me feel very comfortable.
I looked down at the girl on the altar who was falling into a deep sleep and reached up to wipe the blood off the corner of her mouth.
"Fiona, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done this to you," I said guiltily.
I used witchcraft to heal her face because I didn't want Fiona to have to face such a wounded face when she woke up.
The thought that when she woke up again, she would have changed into Fiona's soul, my blood couldn't help but boil for it.
"Fiona, we're finally going to be reunited!" I dropped a tender kiss on her
