Lunch

Amanda left as soon as she helped me put on my dress, telling me that someone would soon come for me. I accepted that information rather numbly as I still processed her previous words. I sat on the bed, pressing my hand against the place where I felt my heart thundering. Why would Ash say something like that? Calling someone you had just taken as a slave the Lady of the House sounded ridiculous. Not that I wanted to be treated as a slave, but I couldn't understand any of it.

The more I thought of everything Amanda had said to me, the more I was wrapped up in uneasiness. Should I congratulate myself for not losing my mind yet? In the last few days—minus three days when I was unconscious—everything I thought I knew about the world turned upside down. I learned that vampires existed, and I wouldn't be surprised if some other fantastical creatures turned out to be real as well. I was now in another—not mortal—world bonded by rules I had yet to become familiar with. I had been judged, sent