The Spicy Revenge

TESSA MERCER

Maeve’s grip on my arm felt like a steel trap as she hauled me down the long, dimly lit corridors. She practically dragged my feet across the floorboards. She didn't let go until we crossed the threshold of the maids' quarters. The second the heavy wooden door slammed shut behind us, the tight, composed mask she wore for the guards vanished into thin air.

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