Chapter 121

• EVE’S POV
• Kyle’s knee hit the stained floor as he scrambled backward, his palms raised like a street beggar pleading for grace.
• “I don’t want it! I don’t want it! My great ancestor, please—spare me!” he stammered, voice cracking with panic. “What money?! I don’t need it! Who could I dare to ask for your money. I swear, I didn’t know what I was saying earlier—pure nonsense, I wasn’t enlightened, so I was just talking trash!”