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I heard it's one of their famous dishes. ‘yes, it is. If you like seafood, you'll love Pla Pao, which is grilled fish with a spicy dipping sauce. And for dessert, you have to try Mango Sticky Rice, which is mango with sweet sticky rice, coconut milk, and sesame seeds.’ Cara said smiling at me. This time it looked genuine not fake or professional. ‘oops, I didn't realize I said that out.’ I giggled. ‘I guess you didn't. Thailand foods are top notch.’ She replied smiling.

He waited for me to fill him in. “His name is Cedar.” I looked at him. He looked so scared. “I can’t leave him.” I said. I wouldn’t leave him so scared. Miles nodded his head. He didn't fight with me about it. We made it back to the living room. He motioned for me to sit down. I took a seat on the plush couch and hoisted Cedar to sit beside me. “Master Cadogen says you will be staying with us until the annual Silver Gala. I need to know a few things about you to help the night go easier. First thing, do you have any formal education?” I swallowed hard.

Every door they passed was closed. Elara’s footsteps were the only sound, and she made sure they were quiet. The maid stopped at a heavy wooden door and opened it. “This is your room.” The chamber was spacious but bare. A large bed with dark bedding, a wardrobe, and a vanity. One narrow window with thick curtains drawn tightly shut. Elara stepped inside. “Dinner is served at sundown. You do not speak unless addressed. You do not eat until the men have finished. You will take your food with the other women in the south wing. You will wait until summoned.”

“And look at these sketches for the photo booth backdrop. What do you think, Naomi? Should the crescent moon be silver or gold?” She held up a small spiral notebook with meticulous drawings of starry backgrounds and large, stylized moons. I peered at it, my eyes struggling to focus on the detail. “Silver,” I said absentmindedly. “Gold is too tacky. And doesn’t that sound like a theme from a Disney Channel movie?” Sarah ignored the dig. “See? I knew you’d say silver. You’re the only one with taste around here.” “Speaking of taste,” Priscilla interjected, grabbing a tray. “Naomi, seriously, you haven’t touched a single snack all day. You need to eat. You’re turning into a ghost.”

A woman with a broken spiral tattooed across her throat. “No,” Dalen spat. “She brings delay. We don’t need silence. We need answers. And if she won’t give them” A quiet ripple through the bloomlight silenced the rest of his sentence. They all turned. Siran had moved. Just a hand. Just a shift in posture. But it was enough. The spiral beneath her pulsed once, glowing faintly in response. And the wind, which had been still, whispered one word none of them could quite catch but all of them remembered differently.

Finally someone I can control. © copyright Salem Silver G

However, soon my stomach roiled violently. I bolted to the bathroom and vomited up everything I’d just eaten. The hollow weakness in my body dragged me back to that moment closest to death. I’d been tortured until I was barely alive. Afraid of answering to Daniel if I died, they called in a healer. She skimmed my test results, her brows knitting into a hard line. “Your silver poisoning has seeped into your bones, and your wolf soul is dormant. You won’t live long. “How long is your sentence? Three years? Perfect. You’ll die not long after leaving Silver Prison. No need to dirty the cell with your corpse.”

His punishment never exceeded making love to her, and she was going to make love to him today without feeling a thing. She got into the house and met it eerily quiet. It was as though there was no soul in the house and that kind of frightened her. With gentle steps, she walked to her bedroom and clad herself in her favorite lingerie. This time around, she wanted to get Mr. Silver thirsty for her and not the other way around. She lay on her bed and pretended to be asleep, patiently waiting for her door to swing open and for Mr. Sliver to step into the room and find her in all her glory.