"My sweet Eveline," said the Count as he approached her with short, precise steps. "What do you think you're doing?"

Eveline held her breath as the Count's unpleasant fingers held her chin.

"Did you really think I was drunk?"

Eveline felt a sob rise in her throat and she did her best to tamp it down.

"Pls, pls let him go....let Theodore go unharmed..."

The heavy, sinister laughter of the Count reverberated around the empty tower and made Eveline's heart pound in agitation. He looked back at her again with a sneer on his face.

"I think not."

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