The Devil's Handmaiden
Charlotte stood in the doorway, her gaze sharp and critical.
“What do you want?” I asked, keeping my face emotionless. I hadn’t trusted Charlotte since the Alice incident; something about her set my instincts on edge.
“You’re needed,” she said, the disdain in her voice barely veiled.
“Oh really? For what?” I replied, crossing my arms.
“For someone who could be discarded at a moment’s notice, you’re surprisingly bold,” she sneered. “Don Vito wants to see you.”
A chill ran down my spine, but I straightened up, unwilling to show any fear in front of her. “Fine,” I replied.
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