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She looked at the skinny maid again, seeing the veins of her frail arms bulging through her pale skin. She was amazed those skinny little arms could be so strong. And the sting on her back told her the bitch was a lot stronger than Katherine gave her credit for.
    The maid pushed her back into the pillows with a bit more force than was really necessary as she pulled something from her pocket. She lifted her arm in the air. A little piece of white material dangled from her fingers. “I see you made a mess of your face,” she said, making a clucking noise. “No worries, I can fix you up in just a moment.” Then she covered her face with the rag.
     
    Katherine was suffocating… again. What in the hell was the crazy bitch trying to do? Kill her? She pushed past the pain in her head and back. Finding strength from somewhere, she grabbed the woman’s wrists, and pushed them away from her face. The rag hovered above her head. Katherine took a huge gulp of air, and thanked God she was finally able to breathe. She gave the maid a look of warning, before letting go of her hands. The woman didn’t move her hand though, and kept holding it in the air, the wretched cloth at the ready. Katherine narrowed her eyes at her once more. The maid still didn’t budge. That was it; Katherine had it. She retaliated and blew her smelly breath directly into the maid’s face. The maid leaned backward, her face turning shades of green, rather than pale. Katherine hoped the woman needed to puke. Taking a step back, the maid gave her a nasty look.
    Katherine reacted with another “I dare you” look, which seemed to end the maid’s mission of smothering her to death.
    The maid gave her a sidelong glance and stuffed the rag back into her pocket. She made a “harrumph” noise as she turned and shuffled across the room.
    Katherine narrowed her eyes at her back, watching her every move as questions without answers swirled in her mind.
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    S ebastian opened his eyes as one pleasant memory faded into another. This particular memory gnawed at him, filling him with dread. These were uncommon emotions for Sebastian and ones he preferred to keep buried deep inside for good. Turning away from the window, he poured himself another stiff drink; a habit he found himself indulging in more since the disappearance of his betrothed. He wandered over to the mantel and took a large gulp of the fiery liquid, letting his mind return to where it was wont to go of late: his wedding day. He ran a hand through his dark hair and settled into the high-backed chair in front of the fire. Swirling his drink absently, he watched the flames dancing in the fireplace, as he recalled every rotten detail of that day.

The past, All Hallows Eve seemed like the perfect day to marry a witch,
    “She is not a witch, Sebastian,” Isabelle commented doubtfully as she looked over at her nephew.
    “Who says? You? My dear aunt, forgive me for not taking your word for it,” Sebastian retorted angrily as he crossed the room to get a drink. He splashed a hefty amount of brandy in a glass before calling out over his shoulder to his aunt. “Just like you had no idea about Father’s will? I know you had a hand in that codicil he added at the last minute, right before he died. Was that a coincidence as well? It seems fate has been on your side all along; how very fortunate for you.” He looked over at his aunt, who tilted her head away, hiding her expression. He could read her like a book and she knew it. Her dark blonde hair was piled high in the latest style, something with curls and twists. It made her look much younger than her years, which was probably why she chose that style. She never let anyone know her true age. She always said age was just a number. Even he had to admit it worked, for she did look exceptionally good. He was not even sure of her age himself.
    “How is this match fortuitous for me, Sebastian? You knew you had to get married at some point. What difference