Selene POV
Morning comes too fast.
Istha appears at my door. "Come."
"Where—"
"The King requires a servant." Her smile is cruel. "You've been chosen."
She leads me through winding corridors. Hands me a bucket and rags.
"Clean his study. Don't touch anything valuable. And don't try to run."
She leaves.
I stare at the bucket. At the dirty water sloshing inside.
A servant. He made me his servant.
Rage floods through me. Hot and bitter.
I scrub the floor with vicious strokes. Each movement fueled by fury.
"Bastard," I mutter. "Arrogant, controlling bastard."
The rag hits stone hard enough to splash water.
"Thinks he can just order me around. Lock me up. Make me clean like some—some slave!"
I scrub harder.
"Psychopath. That's what he is. A killer. A monster who m
