Cami could barely walk straight through the crowd. She got up early every morning to prepare breakfast for her mistress and her two daughters, so you'd think she was used to late nights and early mornings, but today she felt out of it. The little hours of sleep she'd get used to grant her reprieve but lately all she dreamed about was her family. Her uncle, Kieran, and her twin brother Sean were all she'd had. Since they died, she had been left completely alone.

"Hurry up blandie! You're dragging behind and I still have four more streets full of shops to visit."

Okay, not completely alone. Her relatives left her a huge debt to a powerful witch named Bastianna. In order to pay it off she had to become said witch's indentured servant. Which sadly involved her two bratty daughters whose sole mission was to make Cami's life a living hell.

"Don't you think you've bought enough clothes Monique? All of this can't fit in the carriage." Cami struggled balancing all of the bags in her arms. Monique didn't slow her pace as she strutted through the streets.

She rounded a corner. "It can if we remove a passenger, which is why you'll be walking home. That way your stench won't stink up my new wardrobe."

"If you're so worried about my stench then maybe you should carry your own bags."

Monique turned around, extending her hand. Cami immediately felt a pain in her head, like her brain was rattling around in her skull. She grabbed her head, dropping all of the bags.

"You know I've never liked that smart tongue of yours, perhaps I'll cut it out."

"You're not supposed to show your magic in public." Cami gritted out.

Monique immediately put her hand down and looked around to see if anyone noticed. She got in Cami's face. "Pick up these bags and don't drop them again."

She turned around and kept walking. Cami touched her nose, which came away with blood.

They met up with eventually met up with Monique's sister, Genevieve. In contrast to Monique, who was short and curvy with brown skin and long wavy black hair, Genevieve had a lithe, graceful body with bright red hair, blue eyes, and pale white skin. She gave Cami a once over and frowned.

"Monique you can't keep punishing her every time she says something you don't like. If you did we would be out of a servant."

Genevieve's concern was touching. Cami rolled her eyes as she continued to stagger behind them. She knew the rules, walk close enough for bystanders to recognize Cami was with them but far enough so they also knew they weren't of the same rank.

While they visited stores and heaped bags upon bags in her arms Cami remained silent. Her head was still light from Monique's spell. She hadn't had anything to eat since she got up early that morning. Cami didn't understand why the evil Trio had to treat her so cruelly. She felt more like a slave than a servant. She knew other indentured servants who had it way better than she did.

One day, she promised herself. One day I'll run away and be free.