“Lady Eve? Might I come in?” Whispered a voice behind her door, following cautious knocks on the hardwood. Soft shuffling was heard before Eve opened the door. Gone was the woman with magic in her eyes and determination to become someone she’d enjoy meeting. Distraught. Fear. Surrender. Enola made the unfortunate conclusion that she had given up. She wished she couldn’t see how Eve hurt. How could someone so perfect ever be brought to such pain? It’s something the Gods couldn’t even imagine! Enola’s eyebrows furrowed suddenly. There’s something more she thought. Her eyes traced the face she’d admired so many times when she finally found it. Her eyes widened at the sight. It couldn’t be! Someone like her? The only thing lining her “perfect” presence. It was painfully obvious and even made Enola want to chuckle. Revenge.