Chapter 11

“Get up, Girl,” Margaret says loudly as she rips the blankets off my bed.

When the bells rang for the servants to awaken, I had rolled over and went back to sleep. My night had been plagued with nightmares of my past life. Visions of being attacked replayed over and over in my dreams. Only this time it was not Raphael that delivered the haunting message, it was Victor himself and his giant black wolf was the first one to deliver the blow to my naked body.

I groan loudly at Margaret and pull my pillow over my head trying to drown out her nasally voice. “I said get up, Girl,” she yells out loudly again.

Sitting up in the bed I stretch my arms widely to the side and glare in Margaret’s direction. “I have a name you know,” I say with as much smartass attitude as I can muster.

Margaret looks down on me with a strange satisfaction. “What is the point in getting to know your name when you won’t be around for long?”

“What is that supposed to mean?” I cannot help the jealousy tha