When one of the maids reaches for my earrings, trying to take away the last bit of my old life, a surge of fear pulses through me. “Don’t touch them!” The girl jumps back, blinking quickly, and the others freeze at my outburst. “Sorry, I—” A Silver wouldn’t apologize. I clear my throat, collecting myself. “Leave the earrings.” My voice sounds strong, hard—regal. “You can change everything else, but leave the earrings.” The three cheap pieces of metal, each one a brother, aren’t going anywhere. “The color suits you.” I whirl around to see the maids stooped in identical bows. And standing over
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