Chapter 25: Whore

Calla’s POV

My face went aflame.

Whore.

The word stared up at me, mocking me, ugly and hateful. No wonder people were laughing at me.

“Who did this?” I demanded, spinning around to face the hallway. Several servants were lingering nearby, pretending to be busy with their tasks. “Who put this on my back?”

No one answered. A few of them exchanged glances, smirking, but no one spoke up.

“Answer me!”