And she did.
Dragging the massive ladder into the room had been bad enough. Climbing up and down repeatedly just to brush a section of the ceiling was pure torture. Violet grumbled under her breath, glaring daggers at the pristine ceiling as if her frustration could somehow transfer onto it. She didn't dare glance in Cain's direction.
Her misery was compounded by his indifference. No matter how much noise she made or how loudly the ladder creaked, Cain didn't even look up. She could've toppled the entire contraption, and he'd probably stay glued to whatever he was reading.
Can't I just pretend to clean it? she thought, her gaze shifting to the spotless ceiling that didn't seem to need cleaning in the first place. But the very idea sent a chill down her spine. If Cain caught her slacking off, she doubted her punishment would stop at climbing a ladder.