Chapter Eight
Karel’s Confession
Again I awoke alone in my bedroom, unfettered, dressed in pajamas.
Another dream? Hell, no! This madhouse is real.
So it was true; I would be allowed the freedom of the manor during daylight. There must be a way to escape...and take poor Rozalia with me, away from this cruelty and horror.
I dressed in my clothes laid out for me by Vidov, then hurried down the stairway and toward the kitchen. Rozalia was there, desperately trying to work fast enough to satisfy Mara.
“Stupid, lazy child!” She screeched, striking Rosa across her face, making her almost drop her bowl. “Why do you make me have to beat some sense into you every day?”
My blood boiled, and I stepped forward. A hand gripped my arm from behind, halting me.
“No,” Karel whispered, “not yet. If
