CHAPTER 56
Erica's POV
(Jane)
The repetitive echo of soft footsteps stirred me awake before my eyes obeyed any command to open. Blinking against the golden rays sneaking past the curtains, I groggily sat up. My ribs protested the movement, a faint ache lingering from Simmons’ unwelcome "reminders" of my obedience. Stifling a yawn, I rubbed my temples.
I wasn’t Erica anymore—I was Jane. And Jane had to survive.
"Miss Jane?" Clara’s soft knock rattled the door. She opened it without waiting for my permission, stepping inside with a slight bow. The middle-aged maid clutched her apron stiffly, her expression was neutral, as always. "The Alpha King has instructed that you go to Byers Designs today. He said you’re to wait for him there."
“Did he now?” My voice came out a little sharper tha
