/-Melucia-/

I was convinced I had made a deal with the devil.

Even after everything Ezra had said, after stripping me of my title, my home, my dignity, I still couldn’t shake the feeling that none of this made sense.

I wasn’t stupid. People didn’t just wake up with amnesia and suddenly change their entire personalities. If I had been cruel enough to harm children before, why did I feel this crushing guilt now?

Something wasn’t adding up.

The servants’ quarters were nothing like ...