Sirius has locked me in his room as his prisoner for two weeks. At first, I banged on the door and demanded that Sirius speak to me so that I would not be silenced and disregarded. He could not brand me as a mistress, especially not his mistress, without my permission.Guards had politely asked me t

A strangled sob passes my lips as I stare at my name on the folded piece of paper. Alston wrote this. I’d recognize that scripted E anywhere. I crawl across the room and pull myself into the center of the bed, cradling the note to my chest.My hands tremble as I struggle to rip the note open. I have

“I have to dress as a queen but I’m a mistress. How ironic.” I roll my eyes, but Sirius growls again. My eyes flash into the darkYou are not allowed to contact Alston.”I shoot up, “Sirius! You can’t just-”“If I find any contact between you and Alston, I will kill him on sight.”A chill runs down