Betrayed by Blood
The sun hung lazily in the sky, casting long golden streaks across the open courtyard where the servants had been gathered. The head maid stood at the front, reading from a parchment, her voice echoing through the courtyard.
Avery stood at the back, her eyes on the woman speaking as she listened to whatever it was the woman had to say. It wasn't unusual for the maids to be called together like this. What was unusual, however, was Kendra. Kendra stood behind the head maid, her arms crossed over her chest. She wasn't speaking. No. She wasn't even pretending to look at the other servants.
She was staring. Staring directly at Avery.
