“I have issued an order. Do not defy it, my ass." Sinai mocked as she rummaged through her closet. "As if I'm going to sit idly by while that boy remains there any longer."
Her maids stood nervously, waiting for her instructions, feeling helpless in the tense atmosphere.
Sinai finally found the garment she was looking for: a form-fitting gown that accentuated her curves, particularly the upper part of her backside. After putting it on, she turned to her maids. "The meccai leaves?"
"Here, my lady." One of them handed her a cup of hot tea.
Sinai took the wooden cup and downed its contents in one gulp. Meccai leaves heighten the scent of her blood, making it more tempting. Irresistible.
She settled into her dressing chair, and her maids took it as their cue to attend to her hair. As th
