“Follow me,” he said, and then called out, “Fleur, you come, too. I wish to speak to both of you, in private.”
My guts were churning, but I stood up and followed him toward one of the private sitting rooms. Was he going to demand that we both service him here, in the harem? I’d never heard of this happening, but then I’d never asked, either.
We walked in, and with a glance he told Fleur to shut the doors. Once we were alone he turned and faced us. Fleur started to kneel, and so I started to as well, but he stopped us with a gesture. My heart started to pound harder. Something bad was going to happen, I was sure of it.
“Daphne,” he said, and my heart accelerated, “are you recovering from your ordeal?”
“Yes, Master,” I whispered, trying to swallow in a dry throat.
“Is Fleur treating yo
