She’d been torn from her home to become the mate of the enemy. Mate. I hadn’t thought of her that way. Or had I? I’d never considered her a concubine, even though a wraith king’s mizrah was essentially the most important of his harem, but a part of his harem, nonetheless. As if she could read my thoughts, she asked, “Will I be meeting your other concubines at some point?” A trace of annoyance and even anger threaded the question. Though I wanted to smile, I kept it hidden.
