Emily's pov
I gritted my teeth and took a deep breath, trying to ward off one of the last waves of pain.
For the Goddess, that night had been… awful. Clayton had fulfilled his grisly promise and punished me for my insolence, enjoying playing with aconite. I only had to close my eyes to see him press the plunger of the syringe, pushing the green liquid into my arm… and feel the unbearable pain of the poison that burned my blood.
"Good morning, dear".
The door suddenly opened, revealing Clayton and Mary, both with dazzling smiles on their faces: one fake and treacherous, and one stupid.
I didn't return the greeting.
I'd spent the rest of the night disposing of the aconite, sitting on the sofa under the large window: at least the chain was long enough to allow me to easily move around t
