Vetta was so restless with worry by the time the king entered his chambers after so much time had passed.
“My king. I know wh-what it looks like, but I wasn’t going to kill her or anything of that sort at all. It’s just torture!” she said as he strode past him.
Lucien turned and stared at her with fire in his eyes. “Why?”
She blinked, confused. “Wh-what?”
“Apart from the torture sessions that come from the king to a slave, there should be reasons for any other torture session, unless allowed by the king. Why did you torture her?”
“I-I-I,” she swallowed, at a loss for words. “But you gave me permission f-for it, my king. That night…five noondays after she became a slave, you permitted me.”
Silence. His cold, angry, unreadable eyes held hers.
And then, “What did you promise to me duri
