Mina
“Of course, you don’t know,” the woman said with a scoff, her hands scrubbing at my arms and shoulders in a way that left my skin raw. “That’s the problem with you lot—you’re always caught up in something you don’t understand. And now look at you.”
She paused to rinse me off, her scowl deepening as she studied me. “You realise this is dangerous, don’t you? Being wanted by the VIPs isn’t a bloody compliment. It’s a death sentence.”
“I don’t want to die,” I whispered, barely to her hearing.
The woman snorted. “Then you’d better figure out how to survive, girl. Because this?” She gestured vaguely at me. “This isn’t it.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Why? Why are you telling me that? You have refused to tell me why I am being scrubbed like a pig. Well, what do I need your advice for? This i
