Sandy's POV
Aunt Monica listened to everything I told her, then let out a slow hum before speaking. "I can brew you a potion that will cut the connection between you and that pathetic excuse for a man. You won't have to endure his pain anymore."
Her smile held no warmth, only cold satisfaction.
"And what exactly do you plan to do once you give me that potion?" I raised an eyebrow, finding her barely contained fury almost amusing.
"Oh, nothing too elaborate." She leaned back in her chair, that chilling smile never wavering. "Just a simple rotting curse. I'd love to watch his flesh decay and his bones snap one by one."
I couldn't suppress a laugh. "Aunt Monica, please. He's Charles' nephew. Until I can find a way to break Charles' curse and escape this witch's contract, I can't afford to create more enemies."
Her smile disappeared instantly. She studied me with piercing intensity, as if trying to see straight through to my soul.
