Mrs. Blackwood paused at the door. "Miss Chen? A word of advice. The masters can be... intense. But they do take care of what belongs to them. Don't try to run, don't try to manipulate them, and you'll find this arrangement quite... comfortable."
The door closed before Eve could respond.
What belongs to them.
Eve looked at the breakfast tray...fresh fruit, pastries, coffee that smelled expensive. Everything presented on fine china like she was a guest instead of... what? An employee? A possession?
Her phone buzzed from somewhere in the room. She found it in her bag, which someone had placed neatly in the closet along with her overnight things.
Seventeen missed calls from Maya. Six voicemails. And a string of increasingly frantic texts.
Maya: You were supposed to text me
