Just before dawn, Asher had managed to squeeze some information from the witch maid who'd cursed him. She didn't know much, but what little she did shattered his expectations.
Her orders had been clear: kill every single person assigned to guard Valerie.
And the one who gave that order was none other than Veyna herself, Valerie's so-called sister.
Then came the real horror.
Veyna wasn't keeping Valerie locked in that room out of kindness or mercy. No, she refused to end Valerie's suffering despite the girl's constant pleading for death. Because Valerie wasn't just her sister, she was a prized possession. Something to be hidden away. Someone who's entire existence whether sick, or healthy was enough to bring fortune to her.
And Veyna had rivals, too. Rivals who knew too much, and were doing everything in their power to steal Valerie away, and use her the same way she did.
