I lost count of how many times I sighed, but my heart still refused to accept the reality I had to endure. Becoming Catherine's personal maid was no different than being her slave—only in a more refined way. But how could I refuse? I was still part of Elijah's pack and had to obey his orders.

Bishop and Michael's faces were equally grim. Neither of them had expected Catherine to make such an outrageous request. Aside from being set free, working under Bishop had been the safest option for me.

I wasn't sure what my fate would be under Catherine's command.

"Can't we smuggle Deli out and let her escape,...