Elena POV

There was a chill in the air as I bent down and pulled on my hunting boots again. They’d been delivered this morning by another maid along with my hunting clothes.

When I’d asked why Poppy wasn’t the one bringing them to me, I’d been told she was sick. A large camouflage jacket, pants and a beanie. They looked expensive, probably designers. I don’t know why they even bothered, we were all going to shift anyway.

This costume, as nice as it was, would be just ...