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"Of course no one remembers the butler of this grand institution or is it an asylum full of freaks." Sir Marilyn grinned and poured Violette her wine. "Although, I thought you'd remember me from our drinking days and the murder of the Queen of England." Sir Marilyn winked. "As for miss Shermie, she gave her precious book to me. I just want to understand it , then it will be placed in the box milady, what puzzles me is how a vampire girl of the wilds managed to get a hold of the infamous Necronomicon."

Shermie had started to cry softly in her corner. All she wanted was to be able to keep the Necronomicon on her and use it when needed, there was no harm in that. She then stood and stormed out with her hair covering her eyes and streams of tears running down her cheeks.

Sir Marilyn frowned. "Poor girl, 'tis a broken heart, like the loss of a mother."