The next day.
Faye awoke and immediately touched her forehead, then hummed a few times, testing her voice. Good, no fever, no cold, just a lingering fatigue from yesterday’s cold shower.
She breathed a sigh of relief. She could use her grandfather’s methods to combat mental exhaustion, but illness was a different matter. She hoped to remain healthy during her stay at the Colin Manor, especially now that she was under the scrutiny of Douglas’s heiress.
The thought of being a shield between Theodoric and his fiancée made Faye want to pack her bags and leave. This pointless emotional entanglement was torturous for everyone involved, usually ending in a messy disaster.
“Sigh...” Faye sighed, silently praying for protection against the potential “accidents” awaiting her.
After breakfast, F
