Now, if you're wondering why the night is far from over—well, the answer is simple.
It's Isabella.
Trouble never sleeps when she's around.
And the reason she had been staring daggers at poor Ophelia earlier?
Not because she was plotting something diabolical.
Not because Ophelia had secretly stolen an extra piece of meat (which, let's be honest, she totally did).
No—Isabella was thinking about herbs.
Her mind had suddenly jumped to all the ingredients she'd gathered from the mountain earlier. Her stash was ridiculous, practically filling up half the space in… well, her space.
And now, she was itching to make something with them.
But she knew better.
With how her body had been acting up lately—getting weaker by the day—she had to be patient.
Once she was back in top form?
Kian better march her straight to the village square, stand her on some grand platform, and declare to the village that she was their long-lost goddess, sent to redeem them.
And those villagers?
