AMARIS’S POV
I stared at the faces of some of the people who had given me the worst memories in this school.
The group of boys who had used Tobias for target practice during basketball—repeatedly smashing the ball into his face.
The girl who had once pushed me down a staircase, all because I’d slightly brushed against her while walking.
The two friends who had forced me to eat their leftovers and nearly choke on the remnants of whatever drink they’d concocted that dreadful day.
Though, of course, Vera had always been the worst.
She often gave them the ideas, often granted them permission to do whatever they desired to her cousin—after all, I was less than an animal.
Sometimes, I wondered at what point Vera and I began hating each other.
I’d served her my whole life, dropped to my k
