“You brought me here on purpose to humiliate me as much as possible? In the forest I was the mistress, but here it’s worse than mud!” I sob as I smear my mascara. “I can’t get used to it—here you can’t even cry properly, like a human.”
“No, it was your grandmother who insisted!” the boss answers indifferently. “You know her condition yourself—you came with me to the capital, and you’ll help me get cured!”
“But I am helping you! Don’t you have even a bit of pity for me?”
The man comes right up to me and gently tightens my chin, forcing me to look straight into his eyes.
“Pity? No, but I have some other feelings, my own little witch-assistant.”
He burst into my quiet life in the forest like a storm. An egotistical rich man who arrived in a luxurious car was looking for my grandmother-healer to try to solve his problem with infertility. He’ll have to take me with him to the city and give me a job.
But then I still didn’t know that the price of his healing would be my own heart.