Desecration
“Mascuria froze, one hand holding Polly’s leg and the other clutching the scalpel above her thigh. His face fell as he saw who had entered. Jamie tried to twist around but she couldn’t see.
“Edward, darling,” Esther Neville’s crisp British vowels filled the room. “Do you really have time for that?” Mascuria’s eyes flicked to Jamie and the door was pulled back. Esther stood there, no trace of the mousey scientist, the grieving mother or wronged wife remaining. Instead she was the proud ruler of this underground domain, channeling dark spirits below while she created abomination in the labs above. Her clothes were curious, her waist nipped in with a corset and the dress an extravagant eighteenth century costume, out of place in the modern lab. Esther’s serpent green eyes drilled into Jamie. “Detective, why am I not surprised to find you here?” She stepped forward to check that the bonds were secure, nodding her head. “Good job, Edward.” Jamie could see that Mascuria reveled under this ...compliment from his mistress.MoreLess
“Edward, darling,” Esther Neville’s crisp British vowels filled the room. “Do you really have time for that?” Mascuria’s eyes flicked to Jamie and the door was pulled back. Esther stood there, no trace of the mousey scientist, the grieving mother or wronged wife remaining. Instead she was the proud ruler of this underground domain, channeling dark spirits below while she created abomination in the labs above. Her clothes were curious, her waist nipped in with a corset and the dress an extravagant eighteenth century costume, out of place in the modern lab. Esther’s serpent green eyes drilled into Jamie. “Detective, why am I not surprised to find you here?” She stepped forward to check that the bonds were secure, nodding her head. “Good job, Edward.” Jamie could see that Mascuria reveled under this ...compliment from his mistress.MoreLess
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