With her hands on her back, Evangeline felt herself pushed to the stage.
Everyone else was dragged to where they were, forced to climb up to the stage except her who had just been pushed to the floor by Roman. Although he was smiling earlier, she was sure now that her words had somehow ticked him off due to this.
Sure enough she felt all eyes directly latch on her, as if shot by million of arrows that was trying to inspect and dissect her to pieces.
When she finally lifted her head toward the audience, dread plunged straight into her chest like ice-cold water flooding her veins. In that moment, Eva no longer felt like a person at all. She felt displayed, an object placed under harsh light for inspection.
What unsettled her most was not simply being watched, but the way she could not see them. The Seraphs seated in the audience were swallowed by shadow, their faces obscured, yet their presence pressed against her skin all the same.
