Ambrosia POV
Thanks to my new- followers? friends? lackeys?- the twins, I learned of all the misfortune I’d caused while I slept. I’d been here all of five days. Before Beckett started healing me, there were three fires in the kitchen, a support on the porch that was aged but still stable had become suddenly less stable, caving the whole thing in. Everyone had lost something of importance, from car keys to hairbrushes to precious family heirlooms.
The only good thing that had happened was the basement shower, which Rosalia was forced to use in the meantime, no longer got any hot water. No one bothered to fix it.
Beckett left my care to me, now that I was awake. I had just a few days left until the next full moon, and once that cleansing took place, I would be expected to travel to the A
