I was glad of the fact that I didn’t die after all. And when next my eyes sprang open, no fire, no devil. The pit of Hell, as it turned out, was not awaiting me. But, close enough, because the smelling salts, the stinging slap, the rough absorption of the blood, were conducted by none other than the vicious and hateful Baroness Louise Wulffen.
Her eyes like two millet seeds pried into me. The mole on her cheek had sprung hair since last I’d laid eyes on her. She barked, “What were you thinking spread out like that?”