Logan's POV
As I sat down for breakfast in the dining hall the next morning, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. The food on my plate looked as unappetizing as ever, but I forced myself to eat anyway. I needed the energy to deal with everything that was happening.
The door to the dining hall creaked open, and I looked up, only to see Erinne walk in with a smug expression plastered on her face. She was dressed in a way that left little to the imagination, her attire befitting the mistress she’d so eagerly agreed to become. Two slave girls trailed behind her, carrying trays of food and accessories, like some sort of twisted entourage.
I leaned back in my chair, not bothering to hide the disdain in my voice. "I see you've made yourself comfortable already," I remarked, ra
