Jess was not enjoying her work at all. She was not well-made for manual labour, and anyway her head ached where the long cut above her ear was still healing. She had kept her hair down to hide the ugly red line Afton had left, and it kept getting in the way of her cleaning. She thought about that night often as she worked, trying to figure out what had come over her that she had agreed to his cutting her. In the end she was forced to decided it had something to do with magic, which made her feel a little ill.
The sex had been good, though.
She heard someone addressing her, and looked around, torn between irritation at the interruption and relief. "Hello?" she said, a little hautily on seeing the young boy looking up at her from the bottom of the ladder.