My Lady Evil

"Nina! Come away!" I pleaded. "Come down before the waves pull us into the seas!" But she did not obey. She turned her wet face up to mine. "Andre," she cried against the din of the waves and wind. "Andre, do you truly love me?" "I love you! I love you more than life itself!" Her lips parted in satisfied smile that lingered about the corners of her mouth. The smile, her wet hair clinging to her face-the gave her a strange appearance. I filled with the same sense of foreboding I had sensed the morning I had approached her in the garden when she had clutched the blood-red book to her body and had reminded me of a black widow spider....