Sweet Belladonna by Tonya R. Moore

Sofie sucked in a deep breath and cinched the last fastening of her gown. She checked her appearance in the mirror, bottom to top. The delicate tunic’s hem fell just above her ankles, covering the tops of her tall boots. The indigo waistband was intertwined with a row of tiny buckles that extended from her lower spine to the back of her neck.

Her lips were colored crimson, slightly swollen due to the alchemic properties of the compound she’d used. Her eyes seemed so unnaturally round, over-lar...