Clarissa sat in her cell, staring up at the cold granite ceiling. That, of course, was someone else's floor. She felt forgotten and abandoned; maybe finally disposed of as Gigiana always wanted. She had always known it deep down that she wasn't a legitimate child, otherwise her parents would have come looking for her. The only fate that awaits her here is getting betrothed to this bloodsucker who had no respect whatsoever for Lycan culture. Lord Duncan.
As if listening to her thoughts, her cell door swung open and he stood in the doorway, carrying a glass bowl that had some water in it. Larry followed behind him with a tray of neatly folded and pressed towels. Clarissa edged to the furthest part of her cell, almost going under her bed. Lord Duncan stopped as he watched her retreat. La
