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And I was addicted to it. Obsessed with the moving scenery after being chained to a hilltop for so long.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” The woman turned sharply, averting her eyes.

The long-forgotten urge to tell her not to worry—to be socially acceptable and put her at ease—made my lips part. My useless tongue spasmed, before remembering speech was not something it was used for these days.

With her gaze locked on the carpet, I couldn’t catch her eye. Grabbing a cushion from behind me, I positioned it over my front and kept my legs tucked up tight in modesty. I patted the arm of the chair, signalling she could look.

She did, slowly.

Her gaze landed on the cushion as her eyebrow rose, but she didn’t say anything. If she wondered why I sat here naked, she didn’t ask.

Moving forward, she held out a small envelope. “You’re summoned to dinner.”

Our fingers grazed as I took it. I sucked in a sharp breath. Not because I was afraid of her, but because she was the first girl I’d touched since my mother. Tears dared to stab my eyes as I looked down and fought such idiotic hurts.

Elder had given me his first commandment.

I could curl into a ball and refuse to go. I could be the slave he thought I was and cower. Or I could remember how to stand straight, how to walk and talk and glower with confidence. I’d steal his secrets by watching his habits—learning him all the while he thought he was learning me.

This is just another test. I will not fail.

“Inside is a small map of the Phantom. He’s waiting for you on the main deck in the dining room.” She sucked on her bottom lip before blurting, “He didn’t mention a dress code, but can I suggest…at least, covering up a little?”

I tore open the envelope and pulled out the laminated map of a super yacht. So this was Phantom. A boat big enough to house hundreds of people.

“He said he expects you there in fifteen minutes.” The girl took a step back as I stood and tossed the cushion onto the chair. She gulped, keeping her eyes on mine, forcing her chin high to avoid my nakedness.

If she wasn’t so nervous, I would’ve smiled.

All this time, I’d been the scared one, the one holding her breath whenever Alrik walked into the room, the one cowering in submission when he decided I overstepped my bounds. Here, in Elder’s world, there was innocence still. Innocence enough to turn bare skin into an uncomfortable situation for his well-trained staff.

Power that I’d done my best to cling to sprang to life.

Beneath my bruises and memories, I was still Tasmin. Still a girl who wanted to go home and hug her mother. Yet as I strode to the walk-in wardrobe and selected a black shift that tumbled over my head in a whisper of finery, I feared I teetered on a very unstable edge.

My vulnerability was twisting, changing. After two years of being someone else’s toy, the same evil I’d been hurt with had infected me. I was no longer soft or hopeful but hard and cynical.

If Elder wanted me, I couldn’t do anything to stop him. I just didn’t know if I would be able to remain the girl I’d been or if I’d evolve into a complete stranger when he did.

“I’M IMPRESSED. YOU found me.” Elder cocked his head, holding a small glass of clear liquid. If I hadn’t watched him at Alrik’s and noticed he refused every drop of liquor, I might’ve thought it was vodka. Armed with the tiny piece I already knew of him, I suspected it was just water.

His black eyes slid over me with a lethal calm. “I see I’ll have to order dresses a few sizes smaller.”

I didn’t stroke the black cotton encasing my body like a normal girl being inspected might. I’d had that stupidity beaten out of me. I stood military still, accepting his assessment. I didn’t let him know that I liked how big it was, how loose and floaty. The black straps barely clung to my shoulders as if apologetic to touch me while the size allowed air to provide a buffer between my skin and the material.

“You can come closer, you know.” Elder placed his glass on the wooden table.

My fingers fluttered over the small map of his home. I’d taken a few wrong turns down luxurious corridors and peeked into opulent drawing rooms and suites, but I’d made it in time.

Taking a small step toward him, I glanced at the decadent spread of fresh grapes, watermelon slices, and crisp green apples on a platter in the centre. Everything about this was the opposite of my previous world.

Walking had been tiring due to my healing body, but I wasn’t riddled with pain. The carpet beneath my toes was thick and springy, keeping me warm rather than padding on cool marble tiles. If I were made to kneel in this place, at least my bones wouldn’t splinter when the order came.

He stood as I neared the table. I didn’t look away as he reached forward and plucked the map from my grip. My heart hissed like an adder as I tracked his large palm, hating that I tensed for a hit and was almost confused when it didn’t come. He just placed the map on the table and pulled out a chair for me.

I didn’t trust him.

I didn’t trust his calmness because I tasted the things he kept hidden. I remained stiff as I slipped into the offered seat, resting my hands on my lap.

Wordlessly, Elder moved back to his chair at the head of the table. He’d positioned me next to him. The rest of the long table was merely a runway for food, not offering any space between us.

Catching my gaze, he frowned.

What was this? A game before the true fun began?

A door slid open from behind me as two staff members entered and placed a bowl of green soup in front of us. Nodding respectfully, the head waiter said, “Tonight, your entrée is cold pea and cucumber soup with saffron butter. Please, enjoy.”