CHAPTER TEN

With an aching elbow and heavy lids, Selene woke to the dimly lit room. Her eyes adjusted to the unfamiliar chamber that either held no windows or it's blinds were perfectly cloaked. She stretched her legs and rose to only fall back on the soft bed, her head light and swimming. Her heart sped as she recalled the events. The trial. Her father had lost, she was now a slave, Mia was not with her. With a broken sob, Selene fell back on the bed. Not wanting to discover what cruel fate awaited her, she pulled the white linen to her chin, as if to cover the shame and humiliation of being a whore to some man she was yet to see. The governess had done her worst. She would kill herself before any man defiled her. Tears came to her eyes as he remembered how she had allowed the savage lord to kiss her, to touch her in indecent ways. Selene turned to the oil lamp, wishing she could burn herself to death. She turned to the empty room, not even a dresser was in sight. Only the oil lamp on an empty wo