"Theodore?" She whispered. "Theodore? Where are you?"

"Eveline? Eveline, oh is that you?"

Eveline craned her neck further down till saw where he hung.

"Theodore!"

"Oh, isn't this wonderful?"

A chill swept through her at the sound of that cold, hard voice. Eveline turned around till she was facing the wicked count.

The filthy coat he was wearing reeked of soot and smoke, and the rings on his fingers clanged together as he clapped. His dark eyes blazed with a dangerous fire that made Eveline shudder with dread.

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