The scent of roasted meat filled the air before Adina even saw the tray. Her stomach twisted in response, part hunger, part nausea. She sat up, propped against pillows, Thorne's oversized shirt swallowing her thin frame.
The door creaked open, and a maid stepped in, balancing a silver tray. But it wasn't just any maid.
Adina stilled.
It was the taller of the two slave girls who'd attacked her in the yard, Megan.
The girl froze too, clearly not expecting to find Adina. Her eyes widened before narrowing with contempt.
"You?" she spat, setting the tray down harder than necessary. "Gods, you're shameless."
Adina clenched her jaw, saying nothing.
The girl crossed her arms. "Sleeping with the king now, are we? That's how you do it? Sell your body and land yourself in the Alpha's bed?" She snorted. "You're filth. But I'll admit, this is a new low, even for you."
Adina glared hard at her. "I suggest you watch your—"
