WARNING: This chapter contains depictions of physical and emotional abuse that may be triggering to some readers.
THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW
"Kazhetsya, ona ne ponimayet nash yazyk. Psikh skazal, chto vy mogli by nauchit' yeye, pokazav, kak eto delat' - ona khorosho nablyudayet za svoim okruzheniyem, poetomu khorosho nauchite yeye domashnim delam."
("It seems she doesn't understand our language. Psikh said you can teach her by example—she's sharp at observing her surroundings, so make sure she learns her way around the house.")
Sebastian's voice was crisp as he addressed the three house maids standing rigid before him. Behind them stood Aello, dressed in the same plain uniform as the others-simple cotton, nothing like the woven fabrics of her tribe.
Two hours had passed since she'd woken to find Psikh gone. Only a tray of food remained on the vast king-sized bed they'd shared. After she'd eaten, Sebastian had appeared and led her to the main hall where they now stood.
