Chapter 70: Others Like Me (4)
I swallow, my throat dry.
The green blood changes shape again, forming dim outlines of people in a room. There’s a window, curtains drawn, obscuring their forms. The voices leak through, warped and underwater.
“Their Highness has agreed to Sebastian. They’ll send a few thousand more over the next days, maybe more in the future. Those pigs can’t rebel now. All hope they had is lost.”
There’s a short, ugly laugh. The curtains part.
I see her.
A young woman with blonde hair, so much like my own.
My mother.
She leans on the sill, half-naked. My father is there too, equally exposed, watching us through the window. Maybe a foot away in the blood-born vision.
“Perhaps you should concentrate on the estate,” she sighs, voice low, “rather than these pigs.”
My father looks at us with grim eyes, his imposing hands closing the curtains.
“Hire more maids to make sure no birds defile our grounds...” He says, and I feel my stomach twist.