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BFTA 30

Eleanor beamed at the mirror as she pulled the last lock of hair into place. It had been too easy. She giggled, recalling the sound of Cassy’s crying and pleading. It had been music to her ears. The moved gleefully, twirling in her nightdress and humming a sound she’d picked up during a festival from not too long ago.

Burn the witch. That was the name of the song.

Cassy might have as well been the witch tonight. If she had given the right push, perhaps, they would have tied her to a stake and burned her as well. Eleanor giggled again as she picked up the scented oils and massaged her temples with them. Lino would come to her tonight. To take off the edge. She had to look good for him, smell good for him.

Tonight had been a test for him. Duty over useless feelings. He had chosen duty like she knew he would. What a sight it had been to watch Cassy fall apart.

Jessica had been collateral damage. When Cassy had come for Lino, she had known the w