9. A Second Skin

AMANISA’S POV

As I walked with a tray in my hand, my body ached even though I would never let anyone else see or notice that fact.

Harper might have gotten away with hitting me this time, but I allowed it to be so because I had a greater goal to achieve. The goal was simple, get back at the king for playing me for a fool and when the opportunity was presented, I seized it without hesitating.

“You shouldn't cut your uniform like that. Lady Harper will have you punished again and I don't want you to be hurt-”

“Can you stop rubbing off on me, Ava? I will be fine with whatever happens.”

I had cut off the friendly werewolf that got slapped because of me this morning. I learned that her name was Ava after I was released from the clutches of Harper’s minors and my other roommates- they didn't give a damn about me and I liked the energy.

Despite Ava’s attempts to stop me, I used scissors to resize the uniform that was given to me by Harper herself. She must have thought she would have