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Chapter 16: Naked Before the Devil.

Author: Marie Jessette
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-16 03:06:05

Katarina’s POV, At Vittorio mansion

I could smell her before I even saw her. Thick incense. Like something burning in a temple. It wrapped around my throat, making my head swim a little. She moved like smoke, too soft, slow, but heavy with her presence.

I blinked up at the woman everyone called Aunt Malva.

She looked like something from one of those books I read about voodoo queens and priestesses. Her eyes were sharp, ancient. Her beads clinked with every step. Her dreads were tied high like a crown. She didn’t look like a maid. She looked like she belonged on a throne made of bones and fire.

"Come, baby," she said gently, like I wasn't shaking or covered in bruises. "You need rest."

My legs barely worked, but she took my arm, steady and warm, and helped me up the staircase. So many rooms. Long hallways. Marble under my feet, tall ceilings, paintings of men with eyes too cold for heaven.

I leaned on her, my skin hot and raw, old wounds burning under my clothes.

"Where are we going?"
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