Evelyn wished for the floor to swallow her up, a strange longing for oblivion washing over her as she braced herself for what the twins, Lily and Lyla, could do. Their silence screamed louder than any words could, their hawk-like eyes fixed on her, boring holes into her soul. Her chest pounded, a steady rhythm of anxiety playing in the silent room. 'What if they're planning something? What if they want to get rid of me?'
The twins, dressed in matching silky negligees, their black hair shimmering under the grand chandelier, remained silent, their icy blue eyes boring into Evelyn's. The air around them was charged, and Evelyn could feel the hair on her arms stand on end.