Penelope's pov
Chasing after strange people should not be a thing for me. And as it turns out, I would have done anything to get out of my class. Unfortunately, that included me falling asleep and dreaming that I chased after Nelia's killer. When Ryla poked my forehead, and my eyes opened mid chase, I realized where it had all gone wrong. This situation I'm in is not my fault.
You may call it denial, but I can tell you that it isn't. It's me figuring out that if I hadn't been auctioned off, I wouldn't be in this mess. If I hadn't been sold like a piece of meat at the butcher's store, I would not be in a situation where there is no winning for me.
Leaning back on my chair, I waited for the students to file out of the class.
"Ryla, what's the point of anything?"
She arches one of he
