Chapter 21

Diana's POV

By the time I got back to the slave quarters, my hands were throbbing. I looked down at them and saw red, angry blisters covering my palms and fingers. The stove had burned me multiple times while I was cooking, but I had been too focused on getting the food right to notice the pain.

Now that the adrenaline was wearing off, every blister felt like fire.

I pushed open the door to the slave quarters as quietly as I could. Most of the slaves were already asleep, their soft ...