The Devil's Handmaiden

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bts to the Blackwood, my last conversation with Peter, and the

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about my whereabouts. My irritation flared. "What does

raced myself. Tiffany's visits never meant

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his," Tiffany hi

You're grounded. Anastas

Tiffany and Peter had caused. My reflection

My appearance has always been a source of pride and now it is a painful reminder of the choas in my life.

ll asleep. When I awoke, it was 4 PM. A message fro

feeling a mix of relief and anxiety. I was determined to

ined?, Is this meeting a chance for resolution, or would it unravel more secrets?, What if the conversation will not go as planned?. I braced myself