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Normally, the word I’d use to describe Octavia is cool. But today? I’m going with unhinged.
Octavia opens our bedroom door. Five older women stand inside. They have gray hair, wrinkly faces, and those empire-waist smock dresses that nobody wears except in human movies… and, for some reason, in my bedroom.
Octavia gestures across the women. “And there are your wet nurse candidates.”
It takes me a few seconds to process this disaster.
Wet nurses?
In my bedroom?
This is a very personal space. As in, there are stinky socks on the floor and everything. Plus, I’m not ‘make your bed’ girl. Also, I don’t mind a few chocolate stains on my comforter. You get the idea.
Logical Me says this wet nurse thing is part of the thrax culture. I need to play it cool.
Meanwhile, Demon Me just
