The next morning, Jezebeth woke to something wet against her skin. She gasped and threw off the covers, revealing her nightgown soaked in crimson.


    Blood streaked her hands and arms, pooling in dark splotches on the sheets.


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    She screamed, and her mother, Elizabeth, rushed into the room. "Jezebeth!" Elizabeth''s voice was sharp. "What have you done?"


    "I don''t know!" Jezebeth cried, her eyes wide with terror. "It''s not mine!"


    Elizabeth sniffed the blood and recoiled. "This... this smells like the boars," she said, her face pale.


    Jezebeth opened her mouth to protest, but the words caught in her throat. In the far corner of the room, half-hidden in shadow, sat Sarah Lee Wonder, her porcelain face frozen in a mocking smile.