Chapter 13 The Table of Wolves

Skylar’s POV

The dining hall glowed with gold and laughter. Crystal glasses, roasted meat, the hum of power in the air.

I stood by the wall with the rest of the maids — silent, still, eyes down.

That was our job: stand, wait, breathe only when allowed.

My stomach was twisting. It had been empty sinc...

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