CHAPTER 6

DIANA'S POV The night air was cold on my skin as I dragged my weary body back to my room. My feet weighed with lead, my limbs awkward with tiredness. I had worked the whole day scrubbing the estate, all the muscles in my body screaming for rest, but there had been no let-up. Not yet. I held the door handle, my hand trembling. When I opened it, I hesitated. Water. It had filled the whole room. The floor was waterlogged, running onto the small mattress on the ground. The thin sheet was soaked through, and what little I had was wet. There was a metallic taste in my mouth. This was no accident. Lily's servant did this. I breathed in slowly and deeply, trying not to panic. No use being angry. No use complaining. Nobody would ever hear me anyway. I went in, my feet softly splashing on the wet floor. My body screamed for rest, but there was no dry spot to sleep. My bed lay ruined, my clothes clung wetly to me. But I did not care. I was too tired to care. I collapsed to the gro