My throat is raw from vomiting so much. I thought I could do this, but it’s been two weeks of Queen Judith forcing me to make myself sick. I’m not sure I can handle this much longer.
We finally moved on from walking, and now I’m learning how to serve tea properly. I already know this and have done well, but of course, it’s not good enough for her. I doubt anything I do ever will be.
The remainder of the contents of my stomach comes up, and I choke back tears from the pain. Hazel hands me the ice water, and I take a sip. She’s been the best friend I ever could have dreamed up, even if I can’t treat her as one.
“I’ve never seen a weaker shewolf,” the queen says with a roll of her eyes. “Honestly. You should be past this.”
I take a slow breath to calm myself. I need to keep my
