The whispering in the house only had my nerves in stitches. My heart was still racing like it did an hour ago when those barbarians were here. It was almost like I was low-key having a panic attack.

“Drink, love.” My mate, Lucy, came next to me, stretching a glass to me.

I eyed the glass but couldn't take it. My fingers were trembling so much. I might drop it if I dared.

“Please. Please take it away.” I breathed rashly, rubbing my thumping heart. She sighed, dropping the glass on ...