The ride home felt like a dream. After the fire and the blood of that club, the silence of the mansion was heavy. The next day went by like a ghost. I didn't see him. I didn't hear his voice. I stayed in that massive room, feeling the phantom gaze of his eyes on my skin. I felt like a bird waiting for its master to whistle.
Then, a knock came.
One of the maids stood there, her face as blank as a fresh sheet of paper. "Lord Xercer wants you to join him for a movie," she said.
I felt a spark of hope. Maybe this was a chance. Maybe I could talk to her. "Wait," I said, catching her arm. "Please… I have some questions."
“I'm not allowed to answer anything that hasn't been asked for me to say.”
I ignored her. “How many women have been here before me? How many girls has he brought to this ro
