Not For Sale

Marcy's POV

"We should teach this filthy rogue a lesson," one of the noblewomen smiles wickedly. She steps forward, cornering me over a large puddle of spilled red wine on the polished marble floor. The dark liquid reflects the crystal chandeliers above, staining the pristine stone like fresh blood.

I firmly fold my arms across my chest. I refuse to give them the satisfaction of seeing my fear.