Thirty-three:
Haven Haywood
“Ah, it would seem the morning sickness has started.” I turned away from the vomit that Ashden had puked, and looked to see The Countess of Vincia standing in the doorway. The Countess was a tall, slender blond woman who was wearing a long, silver dress and a golden eyepatch. She was holding a cane that had an eagle on it’s head with glowing, blue sapphires as eyes. I could see under her dress part of her long, silver leg. She wore no shoe with it.
I grasped Ashden’s hand to help steady her, and she stared up, her eyes wide with horror.
“Countess, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to throw up. Only it seems that I….I don’t have any control---” she reached out, clutching my chest, and then was vomitting again. I put a hand on her back to steady her.
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