Selene:
The corridors were too quiet when I stepped back inside, the faint smell of herbs and medicine clinging to me from the infirmary. The damn prison that I had to be in, pretend to be good enough for those who wanted to see me as so, and to be ignored at the simple order of the woman who believed herself to be superior to all…
My mood was already soured, but the sight of Amelia waiting at the door, arms folded and eyes sharp, made it worse.
“You’re late,” she said coldly, her voice cutting through the silence. “Do you realize how easy it would have been for them to catch the fact of you being gone?”
“Well, it is good that you were here covering, right?” I asked, my tone dripping with a sarcasm that would have made her squirm on normal occasions, but I knew that she, like everyone
