Chapter 10
The pyramid was quieter than usual.
No laughter. No teasing. No sensual moans dancing through silk corridors. Instead, a weight sat on every tongue. On every stare.
Clarissa was back.
She entered the grand hall flanked by Zephyr and Eleshka’s broken spear — now hung across her back like a mark of penance. Her priestess robe had returned to white... but the violet curse mark around her neck hadn’t fully vanished. Only dimmed.
Every woman in the harem came to see her arrival.
But none stepped forward to welcome her
Serika leaned on her twin daggers, perched on a pillar.
"Came back with your tail between your legs, priestess?"
Clarissa didn’t respond.
Elandra, elegant as ever, wrapped in a green velvet gown, stepped forward slowly.
"You broke the bond," she said. "You left. And now you want... what? Forgiveness?"
Clarissa looked straight into her eyes.