Chapter 155

“Come here, Evelyn.”

Lara beckoned Evie into a small, dimly lit room that resembled an old-fashioned tea parlor. The faint scent of lavender in the air clashed oddly with the faint musk of whiskey. A single ornate lamp bathed the space in a warm, golden glow. It felt cozy yet strangely suffocating, given the circumstances.

Lara reached for a crystal decanter on the table and then poured whiskey in