Nanny chuckled darkly. "The way you bicker, you'll either kill each other or marry each other. Either way, the floors won't clean themselves."
I groaned. "This is cruel and unusual punishment."
Freya sighed, shoulders slumping as she dipped her mop into the gray water. "I can't believe this."
I gave her my brightest smile. "Don't worry, Freya. Misery loves company. And now—I have yours."
Her mop slammed against the tiles with deadly force, water splashing everywhere. "Stay out of my way."
I twirled mine like a baton. "Oh, I wouldn't dream of it."
And so it began: two sworn enemies, side by side, united not by destiny or glory… but by buckets, mops, and an old woman's cruel sense of humor.
Nyx's laughter echoed in my skull. "This is already my favorite chapter of your tragic life."
The mop was heavy, the bucket heavier, and my pride the heaviest of all. I dragged everything down the hall like a prisoner being marched to the gallows.
And then—fate struck again.
