Chapter 9: The Maid

Artemisia finished combing her hair as she looked out her bedroom window. I thought a little bit about what had happened hours before, all that confusion at the afternoon tea at the Montenegro house, the hallucinations and those beings of the shadows. Just remembering all the pain she felt, the glass seemed to relive that nightmare. Grabbing a red ribbon, the girl began braiding her blonde locks looking at the dark, slightly transparent blue sweater she had left in the front chair.

The cold breeze came through the window, dancing on the bare, moist skin of Artemisia. She was supposed to get dressed soon, but the idea of moving was terribly boring, so she just started braiding the other side of her hair as she looked out the window.

The young woman remembered what had happened before they left Leonore's house. The letters the redhead had delivered to Artemisia were still stored in her coat, a piece the driver had taken to her at the Nyx propiety.

"Let the devil accompany you from afa