91 Chapter 91: Meow

Eve muffled a sob, pushing her palm over her mouth. When the anger dissipated and her fear slipped to the background, all she was left with was a gripping sense of sadness. It snaked and wound its way around her heart, squeezing it for reasons she couldn't yet fathom. 

Her steps were heavy and her pace slow. The dark corridors that meandered around the palace that otherwise was filled with silence, now echoed with her distressed breaths. But soon, a pair of hurried footsteps joined its rhythm. 

Eve looked up absentmindedly, watching a flowy green coat moving towards her, carrying a tall blond head along with it. It took her a few minutes to register the person in her mind- enough time for the witch to reach her. 

"Every time," Emilya murmured, stopping a hand's length away from where she stood.