Eira’s POV

I thought nothing could go wrong that afternoon because the atmosphere was so quiet and lazy. That is, until my grandmother screamed angrily, breaking the peace.

"I’ve told you time and time again! Don’t put those filthy herbs on my window ledge!"

Her voice cut through the silence like thunder. She stormed into my room and hurled a bunch of herbs onto my bed, not even noticing me lying there reading. A few sharp stems grazed my cheek, leaving thin scratches.

“These ...