CHAPTER 31
RAYA
I dropped the cloth in my hand, pushing myself back against the wall until I could catch my breath. I wiped the sweat trickling down my face with my clean hand and leaned back still gasping for air. Leilana and I had taken charge of cleaning the ballroom, and we had been doing so for about an hour now. But the room was so large that we had barely even gotten halfway across.
On the other side of the hall, I watched as Leilana scrubbed a partition of the glass window with both hands. As soon as she wiped it down with a clean rag she fell to the floor, her face a true depiction of exhaustion. Being the head of the staff, she was not required to do chores like this. But there was so much to do that she had to join in. And she had chosen to work with me.
"This is torture,"
