OLIVIA BURNS

I paced the length of my room, rubbing my hands together and gritting my teeth as sweat rolled down my back, unable to think past the point of thumping in my chest.

“What the hell is taking so long,” I swore, cursing loudly and kicking the black flower pot so hard that it shattered against the far wall, making the muscular maidservant fly into the room like a bat out of hell.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes way back in their sockets and turned to face the girl who was panting loudly, her eyes widening at the mess on the floor before her pea-black eyes...