By the time Uva returned to the mansion, her legs felt like iron and her thoughts were swarming like angry wasps. All she wanted was to disappear into the dark safety of her room, to collapse in silence and solitude without having to speak to a single soul.
Her entire body ached with tension, her knees sore from kneeling too long, her neck stiff from keeping her head down in submission. The last thing she wanted was a conversation—especially not one that required patience.
Not only had Cain burdened her with the impossible task of finding a grand solution to the humongous, life-altering problem in his body, but now she had been saddled with an order from one of the supreme leaders of the Witch Coven. Lady June.
An order she didn't dare to disobey.
