Ava’s POV

I pressed my hand to my throat, the bruises already searing like a brand, and pushed myself to my feet. My entire body trembled, not from fear anymore—but from anger. A rage so deep I could taste it.

This wasn’t going to be my life.

I wiped my face with the back of my hand, turned sharply, and pulled the bell cord. It wasn’t long before a hesitant knock tapped against the door. I straightened my back as much as I could, ignoring the sting as I forced out a steady voice.

“Come in.”

The door creaked open, and Maria, one of the younger maids, stepped in, her...