Chapter One
One more day. I could get through one more day. I just had to take it an hour at a time. No, a minute at a time.
Bodies writhed throughout the room, some of them in pleasure. But not all of them. I knew better than that. At least half of them would have pain so intense they wanted to die going through them.
Yet I did nothing. How could I when I was stuck in a situation just like theirs?
"Rhodopis?" Charaxos called.
I sighed. What did he want now?
Setting down my basket full of linen, I turned to him. "Yes?"
"Our God wants a bath drawn." His lip curled up, but I wasn't sure if it was in disgust or jealousy. It was hard to tell just where Charaxos stood on any matter.
Years ago, he'd loved me. Well, decades ago. Centuries even. I never really paid too much attention to th
