I saw the Count in the morning, for once, and it was not a happy meeting. I was shaving by my little travel mirror when I felt a hand on my shoulder and the Count’s voice in my ear. I jumped, having not seen him in the mirror, and nicked my face. The Count was pissed! His grip on my shoulder tensed and I saw his eyes grow wide. But he brushed past the rosary still hanging about my neck and his anger seemed to immediately pass.
Oh Mina, you’ll never believe me when I tell you a crazy religious lady saved my life this day!
After the Count left I nearly went crazy. I no longer wanted to do any business with him. I missed you Mina (and still do!) and was afraid that my stay in this damned castle would be longer than I had planned for. I raced about the castle, pulling every door in my way and shrieking at the shadows in the corridors (for I thought I saw the Count’s face in every one of them). But to no avail! I’m trapped!
