Selene's POV.

After that little drama with Lovena, I made my way back to my quarters.

Lovena could never fool me.

I’d dealt with sly people before, masters at manipulation and that woman reeked of it.

I shut the door gently behind me and sat down on the tiny chair by the corner. Three more days of rest before I resumed being a slave. A maid or whatever they called it now.

My wrists felt better. Try were not completely healed, but less sore. My mouth too. I’d recovered... physically, at least.

It was nearly lunchtime. Carmen would come soon, she always did. Said she hated going to lunch without...