24: Failed Spell

Hera’s POV

The moon goddess had granted me another wonderful morning like that beginning of the one where I’d expected Layla to have passed. However, this time my confidence in the fact that she’d died overnight had tripled and I had absolutely no doubts that my spells could possibly fail me.

This time around, I woke up humming a melody that’d never failed to lift my spirits instantly as I sat up in bed. As usual, the streams of sunlight from my window that poured into my room were signs of my final victory over Layla’s manipulative ass.

A smile covered my face as I stretched contentedly from the amazing sleep I’d enjoyed the night before. Every inch of my body felt amazing and I was certain that at the moment Layla’s body must’ve succumbed to my spell such that she’d be lying lifeless in her bed.

I’d made sure that the spell I incanted last night was one with a burning sensation, one that worked by burning her uncontrollably on the inside until all her organs became unresponsive.