"What happened?" Dorothy asked the man sitting in the middle of candles— black candles, his robes covering his features. The man was facing a skull and chanting something that she could not understand. "What is happening? I thought you said it would be easy to kill her. Am I not paying you enough?"
Dorothy paid the man a hefty amount of money just to send a snake to Rosalind.
"Why aren't you answering me?" she hissed, her eyes wide.
"For some reason, I lost contact with the snake," the man answered, his voice sounding low and ominous. It was as if three people were speaking to her at the same time. "Someone must have intervened. You did not tell me about anyone guarding her."
"What? Are you saying that I'm lying? I did not lie! Rosalind was alone — that maid!" Dorothy took a deep breath. "That's right. That maid must be the one responsible for— can you send another one?"
"I can… but only with the right amount of—"
