A RUN FROM DEATH(3)

Esmeralda shot back in fear, stumbling into the shelves of clocks.Her eyes darting frantically over her sister's horrific form.Hyacinth's mouth was dripping from blood and her eyes closed- one crimson and the other nearly colorless.

Esmeralda had now been forced into an inescapable dilemma once again.She fought back the urge to scream as the gruesome memory of Eloise being dragged in chains played in her head,a reminder of the fate that would befall her should she alert them.

She inched closer to her sister's body,her trembling hands searching her clothes to find any stabbed wounds but there was nothing of the sort. Hyacinth had no stab wounds save for the drizzling blood from her arms and chest.Her gaze settled on a elongated bloodstained object stuck in her sister's chest which she realized was a hairpin.

Who would dare commit such a heinous crime against the general's wife?