Chapter 44. Just Stand There and Bleed

Ainslee

“What in the world are you talking about, you foul-mouthed hussy?” Bertha’s hands are on her hips as she lifts onto her tiptoes to try to look me in the eye. I’m petite, but she’s even shorter than me.

I knew the moment I walked into this garden that there was wolfsbane growing here. I thought I smelled it in the so-called solution, but I definitely smelled it when I walked outside. Now that I am close enough to the herb garden, I can see it with my own eyes, and I am livid.

How many people has this bitch killed with that shit—and why?

“Bertha, watch the name calling,” the prince tells her.

She wheels around, her eyes wide, and looks to him for help. “Me? Did you hear what she just said to me? This little bitch thinks she can come into my herb garden and accuse me of doing something to hurt the shifters I care for on a daily basis. With all due respect, Your Majesty, I will not stand back and let some newcomer talk like that to