84: Jealous

Leila’s POV

I woke up bright an early with a mission, to drag Cora’s ass through an ocean of pain that would barely compare to what she’d put me through on the night of the witch trial. Even though she’d gotten off the hook because she wasn't a witch, at least I didn't lose on all sides that night because I found out that she had a magical heirloom that had been protecting her from my spells all this while.

Luckily for me, Kai had asked her to get rid of it and that meant that I could now cast spells on her at will and it’d work without any interruptions. On cue, the puppet I needed to carry out the most important part of my plan against Cora knocked on my door to resume her morning duties.

“Yes? Come in” I called out and she pushed the door open cautiously, probably trying to gauge my mood because in the past week when I was recovering from the injuries Cora inflicted on me, I’d taken out all my anger on her in various inhumane ways.

“Good morning, miss, I'll get your bath ready now”