"So Syl'Vyr, you're the one taking care of me today?" I ask, taking a bite of cake while Syl'Vyr stares at me. Eve is over at the camp commanding the soldiers while the angels are locked in the underground prison.
I'm not going to go torture them in Evelyn's place, because I want to see Evelyn torturing them. She'll need to do it even if she doesn't like it, and with the manipulation I've planted in her little head, I'm sure she'll torture those angels to earn Esther's approval.
'It seems Esther has stopped trying to observe me...' I can easily detect it. Esther was trying to spy on Evelyn—must be some artifact—but I temporarily interfered, since I don't want her seeing me.
"Yes... I'm the one who will take care of you today," she says, glancing to the side where Clarissa is standing with a cart holding my snack.
"Hey Clarissa, what's for dinner today?" I ask, smiling at her. She doesn't know I'm not Evelyn.
