Birdie's POV:
I could barely focus on the floor right in front of me.
I wiped sweat off my brow and sighed. I couldn't remember if I had anything to eat all day. Not to mention how my cheek throbbed with pain each time I moved. A strange way to experience a lycans strength through a slap, right?
I paused my relentless scrubbing of the floor and rose to my feet. I looked around the living room I had been cleaning for the past three hours. And it looked like nothing had been done at all. The floors had a murky stain on them, like I had used a dirty rag all over them.
Getting clean water was hard. I had to leave and walk down to the servant's quarters to get water. And drag the bucket back. And by the time I had cleaned for ten minutes, the water would be dirty again and I'd go back.
