Undercover Nightingale
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“I hate you,” she screamed.
That was nothing new, he thought as he studied his little Joan of Arc.
When she got back to her feet, he called down to her. “Get a guard to clean up that mess. Tell him to save the meat.”
The look on her face was priceless.
“What did you think you’ve been eating this past year, beef?”
She screamed at him again, like a young child throwing a tantrum. This time he laughed at her, then turned and went back inside.
Now what to do with Barinski? Did Dr. Frankenstein start over with a new guinea pig, or did he rid himself of the freak that had failed him? It was rare that he let anyone live once they had disappointed him.
He was still considering Barinski’s fate when he met Melita in the hall, her face tear-stained and her hands covered in blood.
“Go clean yourself up. Dinner’s at seven.”
“I feel ill. I won’t be hungry.”
“I’m sure you’ll feel better in a few hours.”
Her eyes defied him, and then she raised her hands and smearing the goat’s blood on his white shirt. “You disgust me.”
He smiled down at her, enjoying her spirit. “Wear something pretty. One of the dresses Callia bought you in Naxos. I favor the blue one. Seven sharp.”
She walked off, and he knew she’d be late. That’s if she showed up at all.
Children. They did try a parent’s patience. She would join him, however, if he had to hunt her down and drag her from her room by her lovely hair.
That’s why he told the cook to serve the goat at eight.
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UNDERCOVER NIGHTINGALE
Copyright © 2006 by Wendy Rosnau
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