ZEDKIEL.
I look at her sharply, glancing back at the door before I crouch before her on the ground. There is no way someone like Evangeline can kill anyone, let alone the Oracle. The woman was one of the most powerful beings.
“Look, you didn’t kill her.” I say quietly, rubbing her arms comfortingly. I take a second to relish in those sparks as my hands rub her arms.
I don’t know how they came back but I’m glad they did… She’s mine…
“I did… I did it Zedkiel! I-I went to see her - to ask my question! Then- Then I killed her!” Her voice is panicky, and she’s beginning to tremble too. Her heart thundering like a galloping horse.
I can see the fear and regret in her eyes.
She didn’t kill her; I know that for certain, but she sure thought she did.
I don’t know how to convince her otherwis
