Chapter 11

Highest form of humiliation

SERAPHINA

The sky started to change as night faded into morning. The wind felt cooler on my skin. My arms felt weak, and my legs barely moved. I washed the last plate and wiped it slowly. My fingers stung, and my nails cracked. The water turned brown and greasy.

I still smell of the garbage water Leone had disposed of on me, but it's dried up a little. My skin itches me, and the more I scratch, the more it gets red.

I looked at the heap of clean ...