Evie Stanton
I cursed Thane with every fiber of my being.
I must've been scrubbing the deck for an hour. My knees hurt from shuffling around, stomach parallel to the wood. Ever so often, I would glance at the cabin boys next to me to make sure I was doing it right.
Thane's eyes were on me, and I knew he looked smug.
The bastard.
Was this a punishment from last night? For using him?
My cheeks burned, but I put it into the back of my head, pretending it was a fever dream and it never happened.
“Careful, princess, your privilege is showing," he remarked, watching with several of his men.
“Yeah, you missed a spot," another one jested. Tears welled in my eyes, but I would wipe them away, refusing to let them see how humiliated I felt. Men laughing at me.
Laughing about how I knew n
