TERESA

"What are you doing here?" I was asked and the sharp voice hit me like a slap before I even saw them.

I froze, my fingers brushing over the edge of the stone bench in the garden.

The peace I was looking for was already slipping away. I turned, and three maids stood there, eyes scanning me like I was some dirt kept on a clean floor.

"This part of the pack house isn’t for strays," the tallest one said, crossing her arms and I frowned.

I still couldn't understand what she ...