Chapter 11 – OtyliaI have to get out of here.
I PACED ALONG THE WALLS OF MY BEDROOM, desperately trying to see some way out of Nawia. My stomach groaned with each step. I ignored it. It didn’t matter that I’d eaten nothing. Weles planned to use me, and though he wouldn’t tell me how, I wasn’t going to wait to find out.
When the door cracked open, I spun to face Sabina. My fingers gripped the knife I’d slid up my sleeve during dinner. I can’t trust anyone here. “What do you want?” I growled.
Her eyes glistened in a stray beam of light. Tears? Slowly, she stepped toward me, and when she spoke, her voice was even quieter than before. “I’m sorry, Lady Otylia, for all I’ve done.”
“No apology changes the fact you still work for Weles.”
“You’re right.” She held her arm across her body and gl
