Juliette
I’m left on my knees on the floor, barely able to support the weight of my body. I imagine this is also Rebeca’s doing, because no matter how tired I might be, I should still be able to walk or at least stand upright without any help. But as it is, now I feel like I’m fighting this invisible weight that insists on crushing me down.
Unsure of how long I’ve been gritting my teeth in order to keep myself from falling limply on the floor, I welcome the relief I get once Rebeca stops whispering with Rowan and comes back to talk to me.
“Well, if you must know, I have decided to get a little help in doing my magic, to avoid being too taxing to me, as you have said.” As Rebeca starts explaining this to me, I get the distinct feeling that she’s been waiting long to do this, to gloat.
