Aphrodite
The next few days were surprisingly peaceful, as Sophia wouldn't even breathe the same air as me or be in the same room.
It was quite hilarious watching her unravel because of the fear I'd instilled in her. Her reaction was entertaining, but she remained obstinate.
I guess showing her a glimpse of what I was really capable of wasn't enough to have her packing and running back to whatever hole she'd crawled out of.
The first face that greeted me when I opened my bedroom door that morning was Hilda's. I was momentarily petrified in shock, but quickly shook it off when she smiled cunningly at me before walking off with a feather duster in hand.
A barrel of questions swarmed my head about how it was possible she was back in the mansion. Maybe I had overestimated how much Asher
