Betrayed by Blood
The sun was already high in the sky, it's warm rays filtering through the windows of the servant quarters. Avery folded the last of her freshly washed clothes, a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips—a smile she hadn't worn in what felt like weeks. Today was her first break since arriving in Cain's pack, and it felt like a long-awaited gift.
The head maid had announced earlier that morning that with the arrival of several new servants, the workload was lighter, allowing the older servants a day to rest. Avery had almost dropped the tray she was carrying in disbelief at the news. A whole day without scrubbing floors, hauling linens, or enduring Martha's sharp tongue? It sounded almost too good to be true.
