That was all I could get out before I spun on my heel and stomped back toward the house, my wet hair leaving a soapy trail behind me. My towel nearly came loose, and I had to hold it tighter with one hand while muttering every curse word I knew under my breath.
“Fine! I’ll do it myself! Watch me!” I yelled over my shoulder.
He didn’t even answer. Of course, he didn’t.
I stormed inside, threw open a cabinet, and found a small metal bucket. My reflection in the shiny surface looked like a wet, angry ghost, and I groaned in frustration. “Great. Perfect. This is my life now.”
Gripping the bucket with determination, I marched back outside. “Where’s the stupid well?” I snapped.
Zed barely glanced at me. “Behind the storage hut. Follow the path.”
“That’s it? No warning about snakes? No, ‘be
