Lara
“Silence!”
“Ah!” The sound escaped me by mistake, but it was drowned out by the whip screaming through the air.
“Eight years. Eight years, and you’re still the same b—”
“Luna, please do not let this child turn you into someone you are not,” Wendy intervened.
The look in her eyes was so filled with contempt, I could’ve sworn she was Kiran’s child and not me. Seriously, was I picked up from a ditch and mistakenly called theirs? There was just no way—
Crack!
I hissed as the whip tore across my skin, forcing me lower into the ground. My knees pressed against the hard stone floor, soaked with the blood of those who had lost their lives—or their will to live—within these walls.
“You’re right. This cunning little witch shouldn’t affect my mood,” my mother said, answering Wendy. But h
