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28. Impossible.

Penulis: Silver C. Stone
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“What’s with the stares? Everyone, back to work!” Thalia snapped from beside Morgan.

In an instant, the other slaves scattered—grabbing brooms, mopping floors, scrubbing corners. Bare feet slapped against the cold marble as they rushed to look busy.

Except Rubbie and Ava.

They didn’t move. They stood there with smug grins, arms folded, like they owned the place. No black slave robes on them. Rubbie wore tight jeans and a clean white top. Ava was in a fitted purple dress that hugged her.

I didn’t need anyone to explain how they got those clothes.

A cold breeze drifted through the hallway, making my soaked dress cling to me even more. My chest tightened. Panic crawled up my throat. I couldn’t let Morgan and Thalia see me like this, dripping wet.

Without thinking, I dropped my head and ran.

I didn’t know where I was going. I just needed to get away.

I made it into the servant’s wing before ducking into Room 200. Zinnia’s room, I couldn't walk to my room, yet. My chest heaved, breath shak
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