Chapter 57

• “A glass of water, mistress.” Freya stretched her hand out to give the water to me. Imelda raised her head, and tears gradually streamed down my face. Her fist clenched with anger burning through her veins.
• “Take this away from me, and scram! Don’t you dare show your face here if you would rather not be punished.” Imelda yelled angrily as she pushed the glass, and it shattered on the ground.
• Freya freaked out, but she knew better than anyone not to get any close to her. “So… Sorry, mistress.” She stuttered as she ran out of the room.