Olivia Martins

The sound of quiet footsteps stirred me from sleep.

I blinked against the light pouring in through the tall windows, my body stiff from sleeping curled up on the couch. My blanket had slipped halfway off during the night, and the air was warm, but not warm enough. I pulled it tighter around me, pushing up on one elbow.

There were maids in the bedroom. Two of them, moving softly, carefully. Their eyes flicked to me and then away again. Not ...