Wihelmina's sick
Mina
“Fine,” she said grudgingly. “But if this happens again, I’m telling someone. I don’t care what you say. If truly you have the flu, we might all be infected.”
Better the flu than knowing I was pregnant. Hearing her say that, relief washed over me, though it was tainted with the bitter taste of guilt. I had lied to her face.
But I never owed her the truth.
Stacy was only being kind to me because I was kind to her. This place was for all kinds of lesser bloods. We shared no equality or survival. It was every human and hafling for themselves. Thinking this way, almost made me regret helping her at the arena.
If I had kept my mouth shut, the girls wouldn't see me as a w***e. I'd become just like them. “Thank you,” I murmured, unable to stop the trembling in my vo
