KESLEY'S POV

I woke up just in time to see two figures standing inside the room. From their build, I needed no soothsayer to tell me that they weren't guards.

They wore luxurious velvet dresses, their hair styled in elaborate braids, and heavy gold jewelry jingled around their wrists.

At once I realized who they were. High-born Blackmoon noblewomen.

Both of them were staring at me with pure hatred.

"So this is the little Silvermoon slave," one of them sneered, stepping slowly toward the bed. She had sharp, fox-like eyes and a cruel smile. "The one who made Lord Theodore strike his own brother."

I sat up fast, clutching the...