The maids had stopped talking to her.
They didn’t have to.
Lina could feel their judgment when she passed — the glances toward her neck, the scent that clung to her like heat, the way her body no longer moved like it belonged to her.
It didn’t.
Not anymore.
Not since Ronan shoved himself into her throat as punishment.
Not since Kael licked her open while she begged in front of both of them.
And definitely not since she whispered between sobs that she would take them both — at once — if they commanded it.
She hadn’t meant to say it.
But she hadn’t lied.
The summons came that night.
Another note.
No envelope.
Just her name in Ronan’s handwriting.
You said you were ready.
Prove it. Our chamber. Midnight. Naked. Collared.
The collar had arrived hours before. Left on her pillow
