43| A Feast!

"I'd rather die!" I spit out my words, dripping venom.

Sandra doesn't look in the slightest bit fazed by my attitude.

"You would, but you won't. He'd make other people die for your selfishness." Her tone is cold and detached, causing me to flinch at her sharp but true words.

I hate how Harry always leaves me without any options. But that will change soon enough. If only I could just—

"But Sandra, have you thought about it?" I change the topic, and I'm sure she understands what I mean because her features freeze for a while before they relax.

"Your bath, yes. Let's have you in the tub; I'll pick out your clothing." She chose to ignore what I said.

How original.

I'll get her to agree to my terms one of these days. I know I will.

I have a long bath, mostly because I'm trying to delay having breakfast with the devil. Along the way, Sandra realizes what I'm doing, and she takes it upon herself to drain the bath water, forcing me to stand up and get ready for the day.

I hate how I'm always