Chapter 31: The Off Day
Just like that, the night slipped by.
I can’t even remember what I dreamt about. But hey—does it matter?
It was already morning, and I was up, sipping from a silver cup filled with freshly squeezed viper venom. The morning sun filtered in through the open windows, spilling golden light across the polished floors.
"Delicious," I muttered, savoring every drop.
On the windowsill, a plate of decapitated vipers had been neatly laid out, and Juniper was already munching away, its tails twitching with delight.
Scarlette? Frustratingly, still buried under the covers.
"Scar..." I called, trying to wake her. But there she was—her fiery red hair a tangled mess across her face.
"Come on, didn’t you say it was my day off too?" she grumbled.
A complaint. How predictable.
But she was right. I did say that. Also, Scarlette was never a morning person.
I should’ve lied yesterday. Said I had meetings or some urgent paperwork that needed her. Anything to drag her out of bed today.
Juniper, ever the helpful sidekick, still perched on the window ledge, nudged its snout toward the market square in the center of town.