Clare's POV:I try to stand up, but my legs betray me almost immediately, and I collapse back onto the bed. I huff, a sharp, frustrated breath. At least the bed is comfortable, I think, before shaking my head. No, absolutely no, I am being held hostage; I don't care how fucking comfortable the bed is. Shaking my head was a bad idea, I realize almost immediately as the room starts to spin. I close my eyes, breathing through my nose and letting it out through my mouth to steady my racing pulse.A few seconds later, a sharp knock echoes through the room, vibrating through the heavy oak door. “Enter,” I call out, and a housemaid walks in carrying a tray of food. The scent makes my mouth water immediately, reminding me with agonizing clarity how much time has passed since I've eaten properly. Then she opens her mouth, and the illusion shatters into a million shards. “Mr. Vance has made it clear that anything you ask for should be provided immediately,” she remarks.I glare at her. “I am no
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