“I think you’re the one who’ll get punished—and there’ll be a bed involved.”
I blush instantly and try to shut her up by bumping her shoulder with mine. Her laughter fills the hallways—it’s beautiful, melodic, and sparkly. We approach my chambers. Nymera walks off, waving her hand in a goodbye gesture.
“Will you have dinner in my room tonight?” she asks, walking backward.
Cassian has stopped requiring me as a feeder in every sense of the word. I no longer dine with him—now it’s alone or, occasionally, with Nymera. I’m about to tell her yes, that I’ll see her tonight, when my door opens and Clarissa appears, lips pursed.
“I’m afraid that won’t be possible. Tonight, both of you are required to come down to the hall.”
“To the hall?” I ask.
“Tonight, you’ll all dine together.”
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