*Ainslee*
“What in the world are you talking about, you foul-mouthed hussy?” Bertha’s hands are on her hips as she lifts onto her tiptoes to try to look me in the eye. I’m petite, but she’s even shorter than me.
I knew the moment I walked into this garden that there was wolfsbane growing here. I thought I smelled it in the so-called solution, but I definitely smelled it when I walked outside. Now that I am close enough to the herb garden, I can see it with my own eyes, and I am livid.
How many people has this bitch killed with that shit—and why?
“Bertha, watch the name calling,” the prince tells her.