Throb!

Evelyn clasped her left arm with her right hand as a familiar phantom pain flared up.

It was an excruciating ache in her left arm.

Since receiving her steel prosthetic, she had thought she'd outgrown this phantom pain.

Nor had she been haunted by those tormenting nightmares.

"So, it’s you. The child who took Nereville’s name."

Even the nauseating stench of Wolfgang had faded from her memories.

"Despite being born with lowly blood, you do resemble that child from back then, particularly in beauty. Very well. From now on, you will be my pawn. Just as your mother was, …