She lent towards me. "Smell me, Eve".. "What do I smell of to you?" Her voice. Calm, soothing in a way. So close. Her eyes, her hair had loosened a bit and hung down. The sun reflected in her pupils. I was paralyzed. And then my body took over again, maybe a reaction to the smell. To her eyes and to.. her. I kissed her. With my eyes wide opened. Her mouth was warm and her eyes looked right through me. She didnt pulled back, she kissed me back in this totally absurd situation. Her hands still held firmly around my jacked. The smell of her was overwelming. And then my brain finally took over. I knocked her hard with my forehead. She instantly backed away and crawled over the chairs. I had managed to hit this assassin back. The pain was intense. I saw her boots walk away.

Slowly I rose up, people watching me in shock. I looked out the window, and there she stood. In her suit, so beautiful, looking back at me. All the feelings I thought I had buried was back. I gasped. What kind of power is it possible to have over me. And the worst part. I wanted more. More Evanelle, her crazy, her hands. Her smell.