Chapter 88
Teeth
"Madman!" Lennie hissed as she pulled back her hand. "Why on Earth would you do such a thing?" She studied the palm of her hand. Blood had begun to rise quickly and thickly from a small, but angry cut.
Violet rushed forward, grabbing Lennie's bleeding hand and wrapping it in her apron. "It's a deep scratch, Miss."
"The teeth of this comb are very sharp," Jackson smiled, gently running them against the thin skin of his gray cheek. "It was your mother's favorite."
"How could you do that, ya terrible old beast?" Violet bellowed.
Jackson laughed, shaking his head.
"It's just a scratch, Vi." Lennie whispered.
"Is it?" Jackson smiled. He leaned forward. "Magic mirror in my hand..." he whispered.
"He's a loon!" Violet cried out. She protectively took Lennie by the arm. "Come, M'Lady. We''ll wait for His Grace and His Lordship outside."
"Who is the fairest in the land?" Jackson continued.
"I'm not leaving." Lennie shook her head. "This man is not welcome here. This is my brother's estate. I will not leave this man to roam it as he wishes--especially considering that he is undoubtedly complicit in myriad..." She trailed off.
"M'Lady?" Violet put her arm around Lennie's waist as Lennie's knees buckled.
"Vi..." Lennie coughed.
"What have you done to her?" Violet shouted, looking up. However, Jackson was nowhere to be seen.
Gently lowering Lennie to the cold damp ground of the crypt, Violet spun about to see Jackson's shoes as they disappeared up the stairs in the chapel.
She hoped that he wouldn't make it out of the chapel without being stopped by the Duke and Lord Colinshire.
Did you miss Chapters 1-87 of A Recipe for Punch? If so, you can read them here. Come back tomorrow for Chapter 89.
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