Chapter 184 Selene Explores Her New Digs 

Selene 

If I thought Blaise‘s city was an atrocity, it‘s nothing compared to his pack house. In fact, Pack house is honestly a misnomer, it‘s more akin to a palace. That‘s why it‘s so easy to see why Arabella liked this place so much – it‘s full of the kind of gaudy excess and cruelty she adored. 

The worst part is that Blaise is still crooning to me as if I‘m a puppy, pointing out every detail of his horrible home. His servants, who all avert their gazes from him as if afraid making eye contact will cost them their heads, open every door for us as we pass. They race along side us offering re freshments and amenities, but I can see the bruises on their skin and the terrified look in their eyes. 

Every inch of the place is covered in wealth, and I can see nervous looking aristocrats glancing our way out of the corner of their eyes. 

“First things first, my beauty.” Blaise says, leading me forward by the hand. “We have to make sure you don‘t get carried away with that magic of yours. But as soon as that‘s done, we‘ll get you cleaned up and feed you.” 

“You don‘t need to contain my magic.” | protest. “You have Bastien, I‘m not going to do anything to risk him.” 

“Of course you will.” He chuckles, “It‘s in your nature. 

I‘m trying to keep track of all the rooms we‘re moving through to map out the mansion in my mind, but it doesn‘t do any good. This place is too enormous for me to sort out mentally 

“Where is Bastien anyway?” I ask, “what did you do with him.” 

“He‘s safe.” Blaise promises. 

“How do I know that, how can I trust you‘ll keep your word?” | demand. “I want to see him!” 

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for me.” He leers, “but not yet,

made of silver instead of iron. I see a collection of collars and bracelets, and sudden ly realize that most of the aristocrats and guards I‘ve seen are wearing some version of

praises, petting my long hair. “Of course none of them

more ornate than any of the other creations. “I had these made in preparation for you.

the bracelets are clapped around my wrists, I feel my magic slipping away as swiftly as it had beneath Arabella‘s shackles. It feels like it did when I had Luna, but hadn‘t yet tapped into my powers. It‘s as if my hands have been tied behind my back,

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  1. L. I‘m only mildly relieved to hear that my rooms are not the same as his. When we reach the fifth floor of the sprawling estate, he pushes open a pair of double doors and reveals a stunning suite fitted with every amenity one could ever imagine – until of course one sees the bars on the windows. 

Blaise‘s hands. “You know what to do ladies.” He instructs them. I want her looking perfect for me.” He chucks me under the chin, “You and I have a dinner date, my beauty. I‘ll see you in two

I bat my eyelash es even as my heart pounds in my chest. “Can‘t

back to me as he sweeps out of the room, with the bearing of a man who‘s

enjoy the first shower I‘ve been allowed in days. Once I‘m clean and feel ing ten

me alone to worry in peace. Not one of them said a single word to me while they worked, but I caught more than one pitying look. Glancing at the clock, I realize there‘s only fifteen more minutes be fore our supposed

room, as if she appeared out of thin air, is Helene. She‘s wearing a servant‘s garb and a sad smile. “Well you clean up

you!” | exclaim, throwing

than a bag of bones at this point.” She cautions,

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has it‘s benefits,” She shrugs, “being un derestimated and going unnoticed is one of them.” Looking

I‘m terrified. You have no idea the horrific plan Blaise is forming. He doesn‘t just want

gravely, “I sensed it was something like that. There

to get to Bastien, or how to keep Blaise at bay. The only idea I have so far is to act fawning. For a tyrant who expects everyone to fall at his feet, he seems oddly

he likes to hear his victim‘ s pain.” She scans the room as we talk, seeing the world with that second sight of hers and making me ache with curiosity to know what she‘s discovering. “That part of him is both entwined and apart from the authoritarian. You can‘ t expect a madman to be

was destined

to get the words out. I‘m too afraid of the answers she holds.

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