"Lady Maya," Alaina mocked as the doors shut. Her expression held disgust as she spoke, shaking her head side to side.
Maya closed her eyes and said a silent prayer. It was too early to leave just yet. She would have to bear whatever Alaina had in store for her for a little longer before she could escape.
She twisted her fingers in her lap as she sat stiffly, refusing to look at Alaina. It was best to pretend she didn't hear her.
Alaina scoffed. "Some lady. This is not the High Alpha's residence. You'll never be anything more than you are now—dressed in maid's clothes, cleaning rooms and making meals. No more than that. It is already far more than you will ever deserve. You ought to rot in the mines for your crimes."
Maya flinched, digging her nails into the back of her palm, scratching hard. The pain was easier to dwell on than the guilt. She fought against it but it was a battle she couldn't win. Regardless of the circumstances, she had still done everything with her own hands.
