Ravenna's POV
I hissed as Marissa dabbed a wet cloth against my bruised leg. The sting was sharp, cutting through the numbness I had carried since the presentation. My body felt so sore, like it belonged to someone else, probably a sumo wrestler, battered, aching, but still standing. I hadn't clearly remembered how a bruised body felt since graduating from the army camp I'd been dumped in one day during my childhood.
Marissa, however, was far from numb. She was angry, sad, scared, and confused all at the same time.
"You reckless child," she snapped, pressing harder than she needed to. I flinched, but she didn't soften her hand. "Why did you stand there? Why didn't you move when they told you to move? Do you have no sense of self-preservation? Who is Lucien that you would use you
