“I will not tolerate any further lapses in etiquette, Grace,” Evelyn said. “Am I clear?”
“Y-y-yes, mistress,” Grace said.
From a hidden pocket built into the side of their travel bags Grace produced a little metallic cylinder and handed it to Evelyn. The lady took a sip of blood from a flask, and within a minute the device emitted a soft blue glow.
“Be a dear and draw my bath,” Evelyn said.
Evelyn made her rounds through the room, the water closet, and the adjoining maids quarters. The colour remained consistent until she approached the bed. The device transitioned to a purple and devolved further into a bright red as she neared.
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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