VELICIA POV
“Velicia!” I heard my name. I smacked my teeth as I knew it would be Tracy. I smacked my teeth and said, “I need to leave for now.”
That crazy Tracy. At least I now know one of her secrets. I am sure she wouldn't have wanted Kemper to know she tried to feed him love potion, and broke the late Luna's plate.
I followed the sound and met Tracy outside the house. “Why did you call for me?” I asked, giving her a disgusted stare.
“Do the laundry. Then from there, you'll clean up the slaves quarters,” she said in contempt. “After all, that's where you should have been staying,” she said.
I glared at her and she scoffed. “Look at that. Are you becoming bolder now? What, do you want to attack me?”
I clenched my fists and forcefully bowed down. “No, Ma'am. You seem to be mistaken.
