Chapter 27 Sweetheart, Who Is This

Leona's POV: I could feel my wolf, Hatty, growing weaker by the day. So, I worked even harder. I took on the rooms no one wanted to clean, and entertained the guests no one wanted to deal with. I even helped Bella deliver flowers from her shop to the colosseum. For the sake of making money, I put aside my dignity and tried any job I could. Before I knew it, I'd been here for ten days. At night, this overindulgent, dazzling city glimmered like a dream. But it had nothing to do with me. I quickly cleaned up the vomit left by a drunk young lady, lit a candle to cover the stench, and began tidying the mess scattered across the floor. Jack had assigned me to the private rooms on the fourth floor. Anything higher was off-limits to someone of my status. Still, I'd occasionally cover shifts for my coworkers. The pay upstairs was much better. So, when John came to me, clutching his stomach, I wasn't the least bit surprised. "Sarah, I feel sick. Go deliver this drink order to the VIP Ro