Violet’s POV
The cold stone floor pressed against my knees as I scrubbed yet another stubborn stain from the kitchen floor. My fingers ached, and a dull weariness settled deep in my bones. But I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. The baby inside me was growing stronger every day, and with every heartbeat, I was reminded that I was not alone.
Mira’s shadow loomed over me like a dark cloud. It had become a very disturbing habit of hers. It was just as though I was relishing my experience all over again with the Blue Moon. Only that it was horrible. Always had been. There was nothing delightful about the experience. Her presence suffocates this place. Her cruel words and cold commands echoed in my mind. And I was her major target.
“You’ll stay in the kitchen. You’ll know your place.” She alway
