Sage
“What was that?” The friar’s face twisted with rage.
I bit my lip. If one of the girls had a nightmare and cried out loudly enough to wake the nuns, all of the orphans would pay.
“I’ll go check.” I sidled away, but not quickly enough. His backhand caught me and I staggered.
“Silence. You think I do not know what sluts like you all do at night?”
The friar rose, lurching after me with sluggish movements.
I backed away. Laurel must have drugged the ale, but he hadn’t drunk enough. He lumbered forward, and I closed the door on him. His bellow told me I would pay.
I rushed back down the hall through the kitchens. Laurel met me there, wringing her hands.
“What is it? What’s happening?”
“Somebody cried out,” I said through gritted teeth. “One of the girls must be having a nightmare.
