“You don’t even know the half of it.”
What Eve said piqued Hope’s interest. Though she knew she shouldn’t intrude, her curiosity got the best of her. She needed an answer. “What don’t I know?” She tilted her head. “Of course, I don’t mean to push you if it’s private. But I’m here if you need someone to talk to.”
Evelyn was an outcast, but she still held connections to her wealthy family. Any information on her could give Hope a leverage. She was prepared to closely listen to her words, making mental notes of her tone and which aspects seemed to affect her the most. And as her father taught her - detach herself from the subject. It’s easier to manipulate them that way.
But still, something felt off about her method. Even if she’d been doing that since she arrived at the academy, it made her feel a way… that was hard to put into words. An emotion she couldn’t quite pinpoint.
“Swimming hasn’t been the same as it used to be, Hope,” Evelyn continued speaking about her experience, her voice showing disappointment. Hope nodded along.
“I’m sorry to hear that. But I have to say, I’m glad you’re back as well,” she looked ahead, checking how far they have until they reach the auditorium. “I have to say, the competition is my favorite part. I get to compare myself to the very best swimmers of this academy. It’s a great way to learn.”
