Chapter 14

Lyra shut the door behind them just as they stepped into Odessa's room. She turned to meet the young slave, wincing in pain while seated on the floor, her forehead covered with sweat. “How would you have washed it all if I didn't intervene?” Her hoarse voice pulled Odessa's attention. She struggled to her feet and bowed to Lyra, “It's all thanks to you, or I'm sure I will pass out before I finish the laundry.” she couldn't even lift her face a bit. “I didn't try to say a thing when she came here and ordered me out because you said I would still be doing my usual work.”