Marigold’s Pov

"I have rules," Lucien said, his voice firm as he led me into his bedroom. It was just as cold and sterile as the rest of the penthouse, with a massive, four-poster bed as the only piece of furniture. He turned to face me, his eyes hard. "You will follow them exactly."

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. "Okay," I whispered.

"No speaking unless spoken to," he said, his voice brooking no argument. "Understand?"

I nodded again, pressing my lips together to keep from asking questions.

He smiled, a cold, satisfied smile. "Good girl." He walked over to a full-length mirror, positioning me in front of...