Chapter 238

Harper

The sun was already high enough to paint the curtains gold when the door opened again.

The same maid from last night stepped inside—small, thin, quiet in that trained-to-be-silent way.

I was sitting on the bed.

I hadn’t slept.

Not even for a minute.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the auction lights. The cold blue eyes of the man who bought me. The mark burning my wrist. Dane’s fading fa