Chapter 8: The Water Where Wolves Drown

I knelt on the boards and took her foot in both hands. The gold sandal was cold. My tears hit the deck and made little dark coins on the wood. Selene turned to her audience and pitched her voice to carry. "You know, if the King hadn't dragged her home ten years ago, she'd still be the lowest kind of slave." They howled with laughter. I bit through my lip and kept rubbing. "No wonder she's good at feet," a priestess sneered, arms folded. "She should go back to her old trade." Behind me,...