HER SWEET BLOOD

, wake up. Your m

with uproar. Goodness, where the hell am I? She gasped as she looked at the grand chamber. Her cabin's t

and; a bejeweled crystal goblet sat on top. Beyond that, a plush, glittery red and golden carpet led to arched tw

yes w

asn't

-familiar, but not soothing, and she

she had never encountered before. Asian-looking, with a freckled nose and frizzy o

?" Even as she talked, her eyes broadened. She knew three different languages, but she

e, once a private maid to your mother, now a personal maid to you. If you agree to keep me," she added,

bid me to wake you and e

r was dead. She had no one.

and Rose flinched. "I'm sorry, mistress, but I do not u

ded in her dull eyes. "And I promise you,

s this some

us breakdown, maybe? No, it couldn't be. Breakdowns were a form of hysteria, and she was not

was the book? Her heart thundered uncontrollably, a barrage of thunder inside her chest, as she p

rate. It was equally unexpected, the ultimate suitability of the assertion. But then, she'd almost made love to t

ext. She remembered the

h, and, like Alice in Wonderland, had woken up in a very weird, new realm. And she

t i

ve him? Damn! She couldn't even cook Korean noodles properly

a path she didn't like. There had to be a reasona

Nork, mistress." She uttered with a question in her tone, as if she couldn't quite grasp the truth that G

where the sun doesn't rise, with differing territories outside the notice of humans. At the time, she hadn't understood whether to believe them or not. They'd been criminals, locked away for the

etting crazy? She asked herself. Yet, how

g was that this was just NASA's experiment at the north pole. Or... maybe Russian? Grace

obby. She read books. A lot of books about them, fiction and nonfiction. She'd studied the manipulation of magical energy, attempting the "impossible" on a daily basis after he

transported herself

az

able. Yet e

d she have d

variables. Namely, her

eased her weight on her legs. Her knees knocked together, and h

mist

e red gown she hadn't bought herself and had never before seen. The fabric bagged around her soft, thin body, dancing at

as she darted away. "Please, mistress, you

figured out what was going on, she would trust no

er you order, mistress. Did you

ckling the sensitive regions between her toes. She walked slowly, allowing the uncertainty to drain from her abused limbs. By the time she swiped up the

omatically, with no substantial feeling. Half of Grace's awareness remained on her while the other half was directed at the book. Sh

he mumbled. "Where's my

moothly. "To my knowledge, you did not a

at did yo

Yes? Did you want me to call you something else?

hat's

Grace had read those very words. She'd als

the