Ayla’s POVFor the next two weeks, the physical violence stops, but the torment evolves into something far more insidious. He is always there, a suffocating presence at the edge of my vision. During meals, he sits at the head of the long dining table, never saying a word, simply watching every movement of my fork, his gaze pressing against my mind like a physical weight.I can feel his presence every night, hovering outside the door. He literally leaves his suite for me, sleeping elsewhere. Which is very strange. He has every opportunity to take advantage of me and no one will know, but he decides to stay away.On the sixteenth day, the routine changes.I had just stepped out of the bathroom when Vera enters the room, not with a breakfast tray of chicken broth and pancakes, but with her hands clasped tightly together in front of her. “Master Vane requests your presence in his private study,” she says, her eyes roaming around my body with a questioning expression. “Put on some clothes
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