Rebecca’s POV
The morning light crawled through the small window of my servant quarters, waking me from a restless sleep. I sat up, my bones aching from the thin mattress, but a spark of pure determination burned in my chest.
Today was the day Enzo’s background check on Zarek would come back clean. Today was the day the cage would finally c***k open.
I quickly dressed in the simple, drab servant uniform, tying my hair back before heading straight down to the packhouse kitchen. The plan was already working, but I knew Enzo. If I backed down now, he would think he won. I had to keep playing the part of the compliant, broken girl until the exact moment Zarek came to claim me.
The kitchen was already a bustling hub of activity, the smell of baking bread and fresh coffee cutting through
