Next, the eyeholes were carefullymatched up, the nose was adjusted, lips placed above the full ones ofIsabella and the ears gently put inside the mask... ones. Smoothing out afew wrinkles on the face of Felicia de Pastino, the assassin made surethat the disguise was perfect. She then blended the edge of the mask witha bit of make up and then covered it with a golden choker necklace foradditional safety.Isabella glanced at the mirror again and found only the playful smile ofprincess de Pastino. She stays. He kept staring at her for a few moments. Then he walked to the end of the kitchen bench. He opened a door underneath it and pulled out a small box, a big box and and even bigger box. He put them all on the counter and then he went around her silently to a small door in the wall just inside the entrance. He pressed his finger to a small pressure pad and the door flipped open. He pulled out a wicked looking knife with a sharp edge on one side and a serrated edge on the other and. Maranda’s eyes were the same shade of blue as the sky. Images from my nightmare formed in my mind, but I quickly chased them away, knowing that it would only make things worse. After a few minutes, my breathing was back to normal and I was able to pull my eyes away from Maranda. ‘I’m sorry,’ I said to everyone. ‘I don’t know what happens. They just seem to come out of nowhere.’ ‘And this started when those dreams began?’ Devon asked me. I nodded. ‘Yeah.’ ‘And every time this happens you feel. Béla was coming in from the kitchen with a pitcher and an armload of glasses.“Hi,” she said cheerfully. “I heard you arriving, so I made some lemonade.”“How much sugar did you use this time?” Katie asked, remembering the last time Béla made lemonade.“It’s premixed,” Béla pouted. “Jake bought it for me.” Katie smiled and helped unload Béla’s armload of glasses, then held one up to be filled.“Okay, I’ll try it,” Katie replied, pretending Béla might just be trying to poison her with sugar.“So, how.