Lyra's POV

I gathered leftovers from cleaning tables, sorting through for the most palatable and dishing it out as my supper. I didn't know if it was because they were leftovers but each bite left me nauseated.

Afterwards, I stretched myself out on the cold kitchen floor. The first thing I'm buying when I get my salary is a mattress. That's for sure.

“Rise and shine sleeping beauty!” Madam Beatrice dunked a pail of dirty mop water on me. I gasped, quickly wiping away the blackened ...