Morning light filtered through the half-drawn curtains, brushing Chloe’s skin with a soft, golden glow. She sat on the edge of her bed, still in her silk robe, staring blankly at the glass of water she hadn’t finished since last night. Her mind kept circling back to the images, the masked room, Lucius’s voice, the way he’d watched her, the slaves, the way she commanded them, the way they obeyed. It should have terrified her. Instead, it lingered like a spark that refused to go out. She pressed her palms to her eyes and exhaled. What was that place? Why did it make me feel… powerful? Why did it make me think of Valerius? The sharp buzz of the intercom startled her. She rose, tightening her robe, and padded barefoot to the door. When she opened it, Melinda stood there, poised, radiant as always, dressed in casual luxury. Her smile was small but warm. “Hey, stranger,” Melinda said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. “I thought I’d check on you. You didn’t answer my c
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