SELVARA’S POV

I woke up to rumours and giggles in the hall. I could hear them clearly from my room. I knew I was in some kind of trouble from the moment my leg got cut in that creepy trap. Even when I managed to step out to meet the rest of them in the kitchen.

I greeted them, but no one replied, as usual.

“Did you see the blood in the hall?” one whispered.

“Maybe a rat,” another snickered.

Their eyes slid to me. My cheeks burned, but I kept my head down, scrubbing the pot harder than ...