Evelyn PoV

The cold stone walls of my cell pressed in on me. The air was thick with dampness and a lingering scent of blood. My body ached from the last beating, bruises forming on ribs and arms, each a reminder of Odessa's power over me.

I had lost track of time, but I knew it had been days since I last refused to follow her orders. Odessa wanted me to lead another raid-another senseless attack-but I held off, believing that perhaps after days of might, she would realise I would never be the killer she wanted me to be.

But Odessa was patient.

The cell door creaked open, and...