Eliza was about to send a look in Juliette’s direction when she suggested she teach them. W H Y did that sound like a good idea? She was about to comment when it was clear that this trip was a mistake – such a mistake. “I’m not leaving without my friend,” Eliza stubbornly harumphed. It was only when she saw how Madam Hildegard was pulling her friend by the hair that she leaped.

leaped into action.

“let go of her hair,” she cried out before just going for it and attempting to sink her teeth into Madam Hildegard’s green skinned hand. The very same hand that was holding onto Juliette’s delectably scented hair.