Chapter 6 Mercy's Cruel Glint

Serafina

There was a dangerous glint in the depths of the Mistress’s eyes as she took in my appearance—and I mistook it for mercy.

“How old are you?” the Mistress asked.

“Eighteen.” My throat tightened. Her brows lifted—just a fraction. Enough to tell me she hadn’t expected that.

“Red hair. ...

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