Between Leo and Eva's demands on my time, I was exhausted. Eva continued to demand that I switch with her during the day. Leo had me working from the crack of dawn until late at night as his personal maid.
The only rest I got during the days were my shifts in the library. The archivists took pity on me, and gave me the lightest tasks. They also checked my work because sometimes I was so tired the words blurred on the page.
It was inevitable, really, that I would slip up. I was just juggling too many things at once. I couldn't keep up no matter how hard I tried.
It happened while I was, yet again, doing laundry. I'd managed to squeeze just a little time between my chores to pull out one of the healer's texts from their hiding spot. I was so excited to finally get to study the words of
