Diamante left shortly after helping me into the dress, promising that someone would come for me soon. I nodded, too numb to respond properly, my thoughts still tangled in her parting words. I sat on the edge of the bed, pressing my palm to my chest where my heart pounded like a warning drum. Why would Gosto say something like that? Declaring someone he’d just claimed as a slave as Lady of the House it was absurd. Not that I wanted to be treated like a slave, but none of it made sense.
The more I replayed Diamante’s words in my mind, the more a quiet dread coiled in my gut. Should I be proud of myself for not losing my sanity yet? In the past few days if I didn’t count the three I’d spent unconscious everything I knew about reality had been turned inside out. Vampires were real. That alone
