SILAS

When everyone was asleep, in the shadows, I began to hear low moans.

I approached the door to her room in the service quarters.

I hated that my lady hadn’t sent her to the barracks—why did she have to give her special treatment?

Now I understood why; she was smart, she had her own plans.

"Mmmm, my lady is so beautiful…"

"I love my lady… mmm, my lady, I want to touch you…" came the indecent feminine whispers.

I clenched my teeth and punched the wall, knocking a chunk of the old bricks loose.

I had to control myself; I couldn’t alert the other servants or give in to this murderous impulse.

That whore was moaning as if she were in bed with my lady; it must’ve been the spell—she probably thought she was pleasing her in her room.

It was all fake, but just imagining the scenes running through her filthy mind made my blood boil.

The delusions of this slave didn’t matter. My lady only found pleasure with me. She fell asleep in my arms, so small, so perfect…

An intense feeling burned in