"Are you insane?!"
I twisted sharply in the bathtub, water sloshing against the porcelain as I stared at Eliza like she had just suggested I jump off the balcony. My heart was pounding, skin flushed—not from the heat of the water, but from pure disbelief.
For a second, I genuinely thought I'd misheard her. That my mind—already frayed, already exhausted—had twisted her words into something obscene.
But she stood there calmly, hands folded in front of her, eyes steady.
Her way of helping me—helping me get to my husband—was by seducing Jericho.
My stomach churned violently. "Miss, listen—"
"No!" My voice came out sharp, almost hysterical. "How can you even suggest that?" I demanded. "I'm married! I would never stoop that low—so low I have to dance and seduce a man who kidnapped me, who forced me into a contract, forced me to be here, just to give me permission to talk to my own husband?"
The thought alone made my skin crawl. My stomach churned, bile rising to my throat.
