The rainy weather persisted for days, rendering every tree a wet mop and every balcony a leaking bucket. This meant I couldn’t go to the forest either, not only because of the weather, but the Weverins specifically instructed me to stay indoors.
I’d been drenched when I’d returned to the mansion last time, and there wasn’t much I could say to defend myself when Mildred came to my room and stared at me slack-jawed. Long story short, no going out alone. No forest. No meeting Ausmane.
Good for me, I didn’t have to see that insufferable tease. Whatever happened in the cabin had swirled in my head all that night, a third of it thinking about how I could let some obscure stranger play around with me like that, the second third thinking why I wanted him to continue, and the final third thinking
