Bella Stanton > Status Update

WIP peak

He licked his lips and asked, “Why do you serve someone you hate?”
Another pause followed. Bile crept up my throat. Annoyance shielded my malice. I put my act back on like a mask.
A guard. A boy who wore a tricorn hat. Nothing more. The man who refused to keep his knee bent; she didn’t deserve what she had any more than the rest of us.
“Because there’s nowhere else to go,” I whispered.