RHEA’S POV
I should have said no, or at least spat the wine out when he wasn’t looking, but instead I let it slide down my throat.
My vision blurred for only a second before snapping back sharper than before. I could feel every vein in my body, alive and humming, and I stood straighter, lighter, like something had been switched on inside me. At that point I felt I could fight every battle and win.
“What’s in it?” I asked Rowan immediately.
He took the glass from me. “Just wine.” Then he pulled my hand and led me out.
I followed him through door after door until we stepped into a large room and I stopped, stunned. Moans and groans filled the air, soft and overlapping, and some people turned to look at us while others carried on, unbothered. Both men and women, and the collars — the sam
