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“Are you a shifter?” I blurted out.
“Oh, no, honey, I’m fae.”
“What?” I asked. “What’s that?”
Uma looked confused, but she smiled.
“We’ll talk sometime, okay?”
She left the room without saying anything else, and I was left alone. I walked to the bed and sat on the edge of the mattress, testing its firmness.
It wasdivine.
I walked into the bathroom. This room alone was bigger than my entire house. The jet bath was the size of a splash pool. Glass stretched along the far wall with a waterfall shower behind it, and there was a toilet and a bidet side-by-side. When I reached out to touch the fluffy towels, they were warm.
Everything was so extravagant.
It only made me feel more lost.
I opened the faucet and splashed cold water on my face. Maybe this was all a crazy nightmare, a weird dream.
Maybe I would wake up from it at any moment, exhausted after not getting enough sleep for my next shift.
When I stepped out of the bathroom, Braxton stood in the middle of my room.
I stopped in my tracks.
“Oh,” I said.
He didn’t answer me. His eyes slid down my body and back up again, and I blushed. His gaze was like a physical touch, filled with hunger. His magic reached out to me and licked me like a giant tongue. My magic responded, my rabbit pricking her ears, but that wasn’t all that responded. My body tightened in all the right places, and my breath caught in my throat.
“You’re comfortable?” he asked in a deep voice.
I swallowed hard, trying to get myself under control.
“As comfortable as can be expected.” My voice didn’t sound nearly as uncertain as I felt.
“Good,” Braxton said. He glanced toward the closet. “Your things will be collected for you if you give me an address.”
“My things?”
He nodded. “I’ll have someone pick them up so you can be more comfortable in your space.”
“So, this is permanent,” I said, my stomach sinking.
A part of me had hoped it was only temporary, that eventually, I would be able to go home.
“You’re not going back to your life before this,” Braxton said.
“Yeah, I guess that falls under the term ‘owned,’ huh?” My chest tightened. I was starting to panic. Reality was setting in—this was my new normal. I wasn’t a free woman, and my life didn’t belong to me.
Braxton shook his head. “It’s not just that. You’re a rabbit shifter. You’re rare, and now that word is out there that you exist, they’ll want you all to themselves.”
“Who?” I asked.
“Everyone,” Braxton said simply. He pushed his hands into his pockets.
I pressed my lips together, getting irritated. “Don’t tell me that you’re keeping me here for my own good. I know how an auction works. I understand what slavery and ownership of another person means.”
