Faye glanced at my untouched plate. “You haven’t eaten.”

I didn’t answer, because I really didn’t see the point.

The other female closed the bedroom door and reached into the pocket of her jeans. “Well, we’re here to make sure you shower, so you’ve lost the opportunity to eat.”

“She can eat afterwards, Breena.” Faye stood several feet back. “The prince doesn’t want her to starve.”

I swung my legs off the bed. “You’re Breena?”

Breena’s lush red lips curved into a smirk as she eyed me. “I am.”

Slowly, I stood. “You’re on my to-kill list.”

“Is that so?” Breena shrugged. “I bet I know why.”

Fury dug into my bones. “I bet you do.”

“I told you it wasn’t wise for you to be here,” Faye replied with a weary sigh. “The prince spoke of you. She wasn’t going to forget.”

“I was hoping she wouldn’t.” Breena paused, her pale eyes full of malicious intent. “And you know who else is never going to forget my name? My little human pet.”

“Stop it, Breena,” Faye warned, glancing at the door.

My hands curled into fists. “You’re disgusting.”

“That’s not what Ren thought,” she replied, pulling the key out. “Especially not when I had my mouth on his skin, my tongue on his, and his—”

Screeching, I lurched at her. Breena easily evaded me, stepping just out of my reach, causing the chain to painfully jerk my neck back. “You sound proud of forcing yourself on someone,” I shouted.

“Who’s saying I forced myself?” She laughed darkly. “I can be very, very convincing.”

“And you’re going to be very, very dead,” I promised.

Breena snorted. “My pet had the most amazing tattoo. I traced those vines with my tongue.”

“Shut up.” Rage filled me, mingling with the bitter sting of jealousy. It was stupid to give her that kind of power, but I couldn’t help it. I knew that Ren didn’t want whatever had gone down between them. I wouldn’t have done what I’d done with the prince if I’d known it wasn’t Ren, and the mortification over that still burned brightly, but she was getting under my skin and setting up a home there.

“Give me the key,” Faye ordered.

Breena handed it over without taking her eyes off me. “He tasted like man and salt. Not a bad combination. I may have to pay him a visit.”

“You won’t get the chance,” I said as Faye approached me. My gaze snapped to her.

She stopped, wariness etched into her face as she lifted her hands. “I’m going to unchain you so you can shower. That’s all.”

The moment I was unhooked, I was going to take this chain and wrap it around Breena’s neck.

“Please don’t.” Faye’s eyes met mine, and it was like she’d read my mind. “If you go after her or cause any trouble, one of the males will come in. Do you understand?”

My jaw ached from how tight I was clenching my mouth shut.

“They’ll be in here while you shower,” Faye explained, tone almost pleading, which surprised me. “You don’t want that, right?”

“No,” I forced out.

“Then please don’t go after her,” she said, voice low. “She wasn’t with him that long. She fed on him, but that is all.”

“Keep telling her that if it lets her sleep better at night.” Breena’s laugh tinkled like wind chimes.

“Ignore her,” Faye insisted. “She just wants to get a rise out of you, see you punished. Don’t give her that.”

The breath I took felt like fire in my lungs. “Why do you even care?”

Faye's gaze flicked away from mine, and she didn’t respond. I honestly didn’t get why Faye cared if I had to strip down in front of an army of fae, but she was right. I didn’t want them in here while I showered, and I really, really wanted a shower.

“Okay,” I said.

Relief shot across Faye’s face, but Breena smiled like she had won some kind of battle. My answering smile was grim, because after I took a shower and had clothes back on, I really didn’t have anything to lose, and that bitch was going down.

Faye unlocked the chain, but held the end in her hands. “You ready?”

I nodded.

We walked over to the bathroom, and Breena followed. I did my best to ignore her presence, which was probably one of the hardest things I’d ever done in my life, especially when she started talking again.

“You need to leave the door open,” she said, smirking.

Faye winced.

“That’s not necessary,” I told them. “What am I going to do in here?”

“I don’t trust you.” Breena bumped my shoulder as she walked past me and sat on the ledge surrounding the tub, gracefully crossing one leg over the other.

I tensed as Faye unlocked the band around my neck and removed it. Immediately, I reached up, touching my bare skin, and swallowed carefully while Faye moved to the shower stall. She turned the water on, adjusting the temperature.

“Strip,” Breena ordered.

I lowered my hands, glaring at her.

Her smirk grew. “Either you take off your clothes or I will take them off for you.”

Faye sighed. “Breena.”

“It’s not an empty promise,” Breena added.

My skin prickled with anger and irritation. Part of me wanted to let her try to strip me down, but the last thing I wanted was a room full of fae while I showered. Breena had already gotten to me—she’d done things to Ren, with Ren, and now she wanted to intimidate me. No way was I giving her one more thing.