metaphorically. You really are quite remarkable, Miss Nitt. The Uberwald girls are so sheep-like. But you . . . you’re concealing something from me. Everything I feel tells me you’re quite under my power—and yet you’re not.” He chuckled. “This is delightful . . .” Agnes felt her mind unraveling. The pink fog was blowing through her head . . . . . . and looming out of it, deadly and mostly
