The afternoon sun on the Island of Death still felt like it was roasting the top of the head, but the heat in front of Arthur's VVIP hut was much hotter due to Xara's murderous aura.Even though she had agreed to make Clarissa her personal servant, the barbarian woman's territorial instincts had not completely faded. Xara sat cross-legged on a flat rock, staring intently at Clarissa, who was kneeling in the dusty dirt. Clarissa's hands, which usually only held Hermès bags and champagne glasses, were now trembling as they held a giant banana leaf."Fan properly, Skinny Twig!" Xara snapped. She intentionally kicked a pebble toward Clarissa's feet. "The breeze isn't strong enough! Are you a servant or a mosquito?! If you're this slow, I might as well make you crocodile feed!"Clarissa bit her lower lip hard to hold back tears. Sweat flooded her ruined haute couture dress. Her arms were extraordinarily sore, but every time she wanted to stop, the tip of Xara's spear pressed right against