From Luna to prisoner to maid. Zeus was probably laughing his ass off at my downfall. Damn the gods and their twisted games; as if my life was not already a mess.
I still could not wrap my head around Nicholas’ audacity, reducing me to some twisted fantasy of his. He always knew exactly how to push my buttons, almost like he enjoyed watching me dance to the beat of his sadistic pleasure.
My nails dug into my palms as William and Nathaniel guided me through the packhouse. Every step echoed down halls that had once felt like home but now pressed in around me like a prison.
"And here we are. Your new room." William stopped at a door, his grin wolfish as he gestured inside. "Right next to mine. Lucky me." He wagged his eyebrows.
Nathaniel leaned against the opposite doorframe, arms crossed
