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Instead, Frau Gottschalk said, “Best to use the cotton on your bedside tables for your ears. To muffle the…sounds.”
“It is locked.” She pointed to the top of the window, where the shutters were fastened to the frame. I leaned close, peering up. “No; they have been nailed shut.”
“We have not kept in touch since he called me a fool with silk between my ears.” I put my fingers to my mouth in mock outrage, though really it was to cover my grin. How I had missed Victor!
To think that all those years ago, I had been forced to trick Victor into doing what I would have given anything to do.
Better to be lying on a bed of moss being a corpse for examination than bouncing a drooling toddler on my hip!
“I like him,” I whispered to Victor. “He is silly. We should keep him.”
“No books. We are actually searching for my cousin.” “I am afraid I sold the last cousin yesterday and have no cousins stocked on my shelves. I can order one for you, but it will take weeks to arrive.”
“You are mine, Elizabeth Lavenza, and nothing will take you from me. Not even death.”
“Perhaps. Or perhaps I was the daughter of a whore, and my caretaker lied.”
then proceeded to ask me if he could have every shiny thing he saw. He was a magpie, this child.
Does she have any enemies?” “No! None.
To avoid damnation, I have committed the only crime of my life.
I think I prefer it this way—to go on to my sweet little William so that he is not alone.”
We need her back. I cannot lose her. Not after everything else.
JUSTINE LAY AS THOUGH sleeping, but there was something terrible in the stillness of her face.
On her throat was no evidence of the rope that had cut her tragic life short.
“You have no power over us, old man. And if you ever try to control me again, you will understand at last what true power is and who wields it in this family.”
Someone else had engineered the sequence of events perfectly so that he could have Justine’s body.
A sharp jab stung my neck, followed by a rushing, burning sensation. It flooded the veins there and traveled through my body. “Sleep.” Victor’s lips brushed my ear as he stroked my hair. “Sleep, and know that I will take care of everything.”
They had stripped us of everything we were taught made us women, and then told us we were mad.
He would fly into jealous rages, accuse me of cuckolding him,
“God in heaven,” the nurse said. “What have they done to you?”
“Mary?” I asked, incredulous.
Yellow sclera surrounded irises that were shockingly, perfectly blue. And as I looked at them, I realized I had seen them before. “Henry?” I gasped. Victor kicked one of the monster’s feet out of the way, stepping over the other. “Well. Some of him, anyway. I told you he was alive.”
“You were also murdered by Adam on your wedding night! Such drama. Victor was committed to an asylum for some time after, so great was his mourning.” “That insufferable ass,” I hissed.
