Sid's breath hitched. The realization hit him like a blow this wasn't just a threat or some twisted intimidation tactic. This version of Evelise truly meant every word she said. She was a monster wrapped in silk and beauty.
"She's… she's serious in that torture jokes. She's not bluffing. She's—"
But then something else struck him. He turned sharply toward the man who had spoken.
"Wait… you can see me?"
Sid asked. The servant's confused eyes met his.
"See you? Of course I can. Why wouldn't I?"
Sid's blood ran cold.
"So this isn't just a vision."
He wasn't an observer. He wasn't a ghost drifting through Evelise's memory.
He was in it.
