Emelie’s POV
I didn’t understand what was happening.
I’d woken up with a fright to find myself in the arms of the Pureblood that bought me. He’d promptly had handed me off to an older woman who had led me down an unfamiliar hallway, into a bathroom that looked like something you’d find in a magazine with waterfall plants hanging from a shelf just above a tub that could probably double as a small pool.
Having motioned for me to take a seat on the closed toilet lid, I watched the woman began drawing a luxurious looking bath, checking the waters temperature, adding a variation of Epsom salts and various herbs. It smelled lovely.
“Excuse me, miss,” I said softly. “Where am I?”
“The Rosario Estate, dear,” she said, giving me a small smile over her shoulder. She was an older woman, sixties
