Celeste’s POV
A subtle heat rose through my skin as I felt a warm pressure on my body, cooling and soothing each pain-flagged spot.
My chest fell as my breath finally settled after the pain had been reduced, my mouth bitter from whatever concoction had been forced down my throat to help me.
I opened my eyes to be met with unfamiliar carved ceilings and the familiar scent of herbs, with each scent from the morning flashing back to me. From the beta twins to Muriel and Nyssa… a face that left me with a question.
I tried to speak, but my throat zinged in pain from how parched it was—all from my cries and pleas last night while Syzar used my body as he pleased.
“You’re finally awake, child,” I heard the calm voice of the older woman, Muriel, as my brain recalled. I pulled myself up by my
