“Come to conservatory Laura. I wish to speak with you and we can do that there undisturbed.” Dorian issued me with an order to speak with him, something I had been trying to avoid but knew could not last.
I said nothing as I followed him to the conservatory. Once we arrived though I finally decided to ask how the next five months were going to unfold for me.
“I thought…” I tried to think of a way to speak out my fear as Dorian came in my direction, and I knew that he was going to bleed me again. “I thought that I would be shared.” I felt myself digest that word with difficulty.
“Shared?” Dorian questioned as if he did not understand the meaning I was getting at but I could tell that his stance shifted when he realized what I meant.
“Neither my father or Alina will touch you.” He st
