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“Do you have family?” Dex asked.
His words sliced through me. I didn’t have anyone at all. I’d been orphaned as a baby, lived in an orphanage, and then I was adopted into a family that abused me.
I ignored the question and walked into the room, and Dex shut the door behind me.
They were right to call itquarters. It was nothing like what I’d had before.
My quarters consisted of a bedroom, with a double bed and an armchair that faced the window. A large wardrobe held various items of clothing. I wasn’t sure if any of them would fit me.
A small reading corner sat adjacent to the bedroom with a chaise and two tall bookcases filled with books of all kinds.
The bathroom was big enough for a full bath, a shower with waterfall spray, and counters that housed the basin and stretched along the one side of it with mirrors above it.
I glimpsed myself in the mirror and winced. I looked terrible, with blood caked on my body and ripped and stained clothes. My blue eyes were dull and lifeless. I definitely needed sleep. Bruises mottled my arms and neck where the monster must have done a number on me, and cuts riddled my hands. During the fight, adrenaline had been pumping far too hard for me to feel any of this.
Nylah had met me like this. And so had the King in his office.
I squeezed my eyes shut. Awful.
“My lady,” someone said from the door.
I turned.
A servant stood in the doorway. She donned a simple gray frock, and she wore her mousy hair in a low bun. But her face was open, and her eyes bright. She was human, like me, with a round face, unlike the Fae’s sharp features.
“I’m Bessie,” she said. “I’m here to see you’re taken care of.”
“Oh. I’m Ellie.”
Bessie nodded. “We know who you are.”
“You do?”
“Word travels fast. You’re the male who changed into a woman and slayed the King’s Farynx.”
I swallowed. “Hell of a first impression, huh?”
A smile played around her mouth. “One of the most memorable first impressions, my lady.”
“Please, call me Ellie.” Being addressed as if I had rank made me uncomfortable.
“I don’t think so,” Bessie said. “Shall I lay something out for you to wear?”
I hesitated. “Do all warriors have servants assigned to them?”
“Yes. But I volunteered to take care of you, my lady.”
“Really? Why?”
Bessie nodded. “The others were afraid.”
“Oh.” My stomach dropped.
“I’ll lay out your clothes.”
I nodded, and she left the bathroom. I wasn’t sure if I should be offended.
I turned on the shower. The water was hot instantly, warmed by magic. I stripped off my clothes and stepped under the spray. The water turned red with the blood running down the drain, and my cuts stung when I applied soap, but I scrubbed myself until I was clean. I washed my long red hair until the water ran clear—the blood was less visible on my locks—and finally, I wrapped myself in the softest towels.
