Rhea
My lips are still tingling by the time I reach the workers' quarters. I try to scrub the blush off my cheeks with the heels of my hands, but it’s no use. Sira won’t stop humming in the back of my head, a soft laughter that makes it impossible to focus. I take a few deep breaths, adjust my scrubs, and push through the doors of the medical wing.
The moment I walk in, Taylor is there, her eyes widening as she takes me in. She’s been my closest friend here, but ever since I moved into the main manor, there’s been this weird, invisible wall between us. I hate it a lot.
"Look who decided to show up," Taylor says, though she’s smiling. She pulls me into a quick, tight hug. "We missed you yesterday. The place was a mess."
"I'm sorry, Tay,” I say, feeling that familiar pang of guilt. "Thin
