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The only lighting in the room was the moonlight streaming through the window above the staircase. Which made it perfect. Or it would be, if Jester would sit still on my lap and not keep trying to get away.
How could I be an evil mastermind if my cat wouldn't sit still?
A key scraped in the lock, and I prayed to the gods I didn't believe in that it was William and not one of the handymen. The last thing I wanted to do was have to find a new plumber because I scared the current one away.
The door opened and William stepped inside. Good. It was him.
"I've been waiting for you," I said in the most menacing tone I could come up with.
He flinched, before relaxing slightly. "Blood clots, Lucy, you scared me."
"That was the idea," I mused.
Jester hissed and finally freed himself from m
