I was getting ready for work, pulling my blonde hair into a messy bun, throwing on some converse and a flannel because I’m not like other girls. As I look at my sky azure crystalline ocean sapphire bird of paradise blue eyes (that aren’t really blue because they turn stormy rain cloud slate when it’s dark or when I’m angry), Eva Stratt came in.
“I sold you to pay our debts,” she said. “Come meet your new masters.”
A single dainty tear trails down my face. I went downstairs and there they were— Rocky and Adrian.















