Evaline:
I gaped at him. "Oscar!"
He smirked. "What? You would make a very convincing seductress, sunshine."
Despite the teasing, there was a tenderness in his gaze that made it hard to stay mad. My lips twitched into a reluctant smile as I turned away, pretending to search through the nearest cabinet. The drawers were labeled by year - some dating back nearly five centuries.
We walked through the shelves for several long minutes before my gaze fell at the section marked 'Soul Death Incidents - Restricted', and for a moment, my pulse skipped.
"This is it," I whispered, pulling the drawer open. Inside were stacks of neatly bound folders, the edges yellowed with age but still intact. Each one held a name, a date, and a brief description. Oscar stood beside me, scanning with his phone's flashlight while I took out the first file.
"Lysandra Vale," I read aloud. "Died 376 years ago. Cause of death - soul dissipation following mate rejection."