Rhea
The walk back to my shack felt like I was floating on thin air. My legs were shredded, my shoulder throbbed with a dull, constant ache, and every muscle fiber screamed in protest, but I didn’t care.
The cold weight of the metal tag in my hand was better than any damn trophy. I was in. I wasn't just a f*****g maid anymore. I was a student on track to getting my revenge.
I hit the market on the way back, my boots crunching on the gravel. I counted the last of my coins. It wasn't much, just a handful of bronze but I had to do this right.
I dumped every single piece onto the counter of a clothing stall.
"I need boots that won't fall apart and a shirt that isn't caked in years of misery," I told the merchant, my voice still raspy from the mud and the screaming.
He eyed my filthy, blo
