n's
e d
, since Derek's offer, since
am eighteen, and my body feels like an old woman's. I wash my face in cold water, pin my hair back, and
I will never taste. Someone shoves a tray into my arms, then another, then another, p
hing me forward. "The Alp
sneer, nobles who look away, and servants who whisper. My arms burn and the plates rattle, and if
. The ladies don
one arm and knock on
me
money. The air smells of roses and perfume. Two golden-haired women lounge by the window
ughter
a says. "Loo
one," Mira s
table. Smoke and dust cling to my face, and Elar
ike a rat,"
shaking with exhaustion. The first plate is f
and
bread, and honeyed fruit spil
fool!" Ela
"Do you know what that carpet cos
my bare hands. It is hot, and it burns my fi
ays, laughing. "Us
all about his generous offer, you know. Look at her, crawling on the floor like
ds go
. Animal.
un. Instead I lift my head and
r feelings?" Mir
mes out calm. "You can't hurt me. You are s
ouths f
you," El
and petty and small. All you have is your brother
ushes red, and Mira's hands tremble.
k on the tray. "Per
r, and Elara screa
ara's hand rises, and the slap comes wi
nk a slave could be
d shoves me down. My knees hit t
not c
ds do not. Worthless. Rat. I stare at the floor and endure it,
oor o
y, my heart leaps. *Maybe he will stop them.
sounds bored. "Why is
ys. "She spilled the food an
fend me, to pull me
nd I look at him with blood on my lip and pleadi
ard. "You do not speak to my sisters that
for the second t
"Come. I need t
turns on me. "Have you
ay. "My an
"You are stubborn. I like tha
d saving. No
ill see how long you last. How lo
never
my skin. "You will. They always do. You will
d rathe
et out of my sight before I
d, the sky grey, the sun hidden behind clouds. I do not know where I am going. I only know I hav
ut. In
urv
el
cold. She studies the bruise and the blood. "Clean yourself up. The
r. "The Lycan
isible. You know how to
y haven't heard what happene
ill be polite, and you wil
htens. "Un
eight. The Lycan King. Ruler of Lunaria. The most p
and put on the cleanest clothes I own, old and worn but
ay. "But
." I hold it to my cheek, and the cold eases the pain. "Thank
off to ready the great hall. In seconds the room is nearly empty. She points me to
, a cup, and a box of ingredien
, something secret that only my mother knew. I can almost hear her voice. *The secret is in the timing. The wa
am not a slave. I am my mother's daughter. I pour the water, add
h for
mething deep in my chest answers it. A pull, strange and magnetic, tugs
hes, my muscles tear. The cup shatters on the floor. I
f is c
here.
down, but she is t
hen I
d and glowing. The kitchen is silent.
hought
n I see
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