CHAPTER THIRTEEN.
A guard shoves a bucket of murky water and a ragged cloth into my hands. The stench of iron rises from it, and the water is already tinged pink with old blood.
“Clean it,” he orders, nodding toward the guillotine.
The palace square is empty now, save for a few guards and me. Eliana has been led away, and while I was still reeling from everything Katniss said, King Sven revealed the true reason he summoned me this morning. It's direct. I'm to clean up the guillotine platform each time there's a kill.
Right now, I’m to scrub away the remains of Carter, and the blood of his family. The sight is enough for me to puke, but I don't as I fall to my knees and start cleaning.
“Scrub harder. Put your damn back into it,” the guard supervising me sneers. “Or do Fae hands b
