212. EVELYN ROSE (POV)

I force a smile that doesn’t seem sincere at all.

“Maybe I just missed you.”

Lazarus gives a raspy chuckle, the kind that holds no genuine amusement.

“Cute, Evelyn. But we both know you only call me when you need a gravedigger.”

He drums his fingers slowly on the table, his voice low and roughened f...

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