Woman who stepped to the balcony was in her thirties. Moonlight revealed her lustrous, velvety black hair and rosy face. Her long robe had gorgeous rose-patterns, red and full blown against the pale fabric.
Karl watched her behind the stable corner. She was trying to see to the darkness, find the reason why the horses were restless.
You murdered a priest. And a young girl! a voice of sanity whispered in his head. She won´t help you.
She doesn´t need to know.
She can´t help you. Only Frankenstein can!
He couldn´t wait.
Karl stepped - no, limped - to the moonlight. "Help me," he pleaded. "Help me..."
He managed to see Margaret´s horrified expression, then he fell to the grass. He was still conscious, when Margaret knelt by him, surrounded by the servants and their lamps. "Call Dr Stein," Karl heard Margaret saying. "He knows what to do."
Don´t remember the face of your victims.
Don´t...
