Cinderella Dressed in Ashes ( Book #2 in the Grimm Diaries ) Read Online Free PDF Page A

her something through a necklace she couldn’t read.
    Snow White stared at the skies above, feeling dizzy. It was time to enter the real dream, or rather nightmare. She took one last look at the curious engravings on the necklace. They looked like this:

     

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    The Slave Maiden
     
    Finally, Snow White woke up in her own dream.
    She was standing in front of a mirror in her chamber, alone with blood dripping from her lips. This Dreamory, influenced by the word ‘Phoenix’ was taking place two centuries ago. Her reflection in the mirror was a seven-year-old Snow White.
    She had no time to think about whom she had just bitten or whose blood dripped from her lips. What mattered now was that Loki hadn’t appeared yet, and she had an eerie feeling she had no control over this dream. She tried focusing, her tips of her fingers on her forehead, trying to shift the dream to another time or place of her choosing, but she failed.
    Of course, whatever Carmilla sent Loki for in this dream, she wouldn’t risk Snow having control over it. Loki must have used another kind of Baby Tears or a different spell that prevented the dreamer from manipulating the dream. Right now, Snow White was another spectator in this dream like anyone else, and the consequences could be dire.
    “Shew!” Carmilla burst into the room toward her daughter. Tabula Rasa, her servant, followed her. “How could you?” Carmilla said.
    Stiffened, Snow White stared back at her. The golden hue in Carmilla’s eyes reminded Snow White that Angel had turned her into a vampire already.
    “And who brought that damn awful mirror in the room?” Carmilla stopped in her tracks, shying away.
    Tabula Rasa hurried and adjusted the mirror to face the wall. Snow White assumed that Carmilla hadn’t met Bloody Mary yet in this memory.
    “Didn’t we talk about you biting people?” Carmilla shook her daughter violently. “Do you have any idea how important it is for our kingdom to have their kingdom as an ally?”
    “What did I do?” Snow White said reluctantly. She felt like an actress dressed for the part, but not having read the script.
    Carmilla rolled her eyes and sighed.
    “She’s talking about you biting the prince, Princess Shew,” Tabula said, lowering her head with respect.
    Oh, we’re back again to when I bit the prince?
    “And don’t tell me he was yummy,” Carmilla stabbed a warning finger in the air.
    “But he was yummy, mummy ,” Snow White tapped her feet, trying to play the part, and trying not to laugh at the coincidental rhyme.
    “Mummy?” Carmilla blinked her eyes, illuminating her long eyelashes. “Where did you hear that word? Don’t ever mention mummies around here.”
    “Oh,” Snow White put a hand on her blood-dripping lips.
    “I don’t care. I want my yummy prince,” Snow White distracted them by playing bratty little princess.
    Carmilla stood up again, impatient and disapproving of her daughter’s behavior as if she hadn’t been turned into a half-vampire herself. “Clean her up,” she told Tabula. “I will deal with her later.”
    “But I’m afraid she’ll bite me, my majesty,” Tabula said. “I don’t want to end up like the prince.”
     Tabula knew our family’s secrets?
    Carmilla stared back at the door for a moment as if she wondered what really happened to the prince. Had he been turned into a vampire?  Was he cured or dead?
    “I understand,” Carmilla said. “Send one of the Slave Maidens to clean her up.”
    Snow White didn’t know what a Slave Maiden was.
    “Thank you, my majesty,” Tabula said. “I will send one of the girls to wash the princess.”
    “And you, darling, control your cravings,” Carmilla told Snow White. “A prince for dinner should be enough,” Carmilla smirked and looked away. It was as if she were making fun of her. Like mother like daughter, both of them were bloodsuckers.
    Tabula followed Carmilla.
    Snow White tried to use her powers again to shift from one scene to another