Hallie walked slowly to the chair beside the woman’s desk. When Hallie sat, Madame Lafarge took her hand and held it between hers. Her hands were surprisingly warm and nurturing, calming her and slowing her racing pulse. She felt her fear slipping away.
“So, Hallie, you’ve come as Miss Evans bid you.” Madame Lafarge’s voice reminded Hallie of the sound of wind passing through pine boughs. “You are even prettier and more petite than I expected. Miss Evans has chosen well.” Hallie tried to avert the older woman’s intense gaze. “Are you ready, child? You know there can be no going back.”
Hallie had no idea if she was ready or not, but she knew one thing: Miss Evans had ordered this and she would not go against her. She blinked and whispered, “I’m ready, Madame Lafarge.”
The gypsy pushed
