Before leaving, Samuel threw one last freezing warning over his shoulder.
"Then wait one week. Don't even think about running. I'll drag you back no matter where you go."
The other mistresses were all displeased. None of them seemed like his mysterious beloved, and it was impossible to tell who she really was.
It could be because, this time, they no longer had to fight over the same man.
A moment later, Rhian burst into my room without knocking, slapping her thigh in frustration.
"What the hell do we do now? How did we manage to poke his damn competitive streak?"
"That bastard is desperate to turn the two of us into breeding machines, all to clear the path for his precious sweetheart. I refuse to die for that!"
I thought for a moment, then lifted my phone.
"There might actually be a way. I just talked to a friend. Women like us, who get pregnant easily, mostly have exceptionally strong uterine structure."
"Samuel probably has no idea how any of that works. If we find that beloved of his who can't conceive, I could donate my uterus to her. That should satisfy him, right?"
Rhian's eyes widened. She gave me several enthusiastic thumbs-ups.