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'Castard's Secret'
Felix paced the ten by ten shed where blythe's coons had tossed him. The walls were concrete covered in plaster, and the windows were little more than ventilation slits near the ceiling. Felix tried a few count of monte cristo languishing poses, then considered using the time to work out and turn himself into a bad ass. But when he asked the cultist who brought him his food for some paints, they came with the next meal. Maybe blythe was deluded enough to think he was still planning to do her portrait. Blythe that feeling of defiance didn't stop him from jumping half way across the room when the door creaked open.