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Day Two (continued)
I scream, lurching up from the butler’s bed only to be pressed back down by the footman.
‘This him?’ he says, looking over his shoulder at Anna, who’s standing by the window.
‘Yes,’ she says, a tremor in her voice.
The footman leans close, his voice hoarse, ale-thick breath warm on my cheek.
‘Didn’t leap far enough, rabbit,’ he says.
The blade slips into my side, my blood spilling onto the sheets, taking my life with it.