In less than six minutes, they were all seated inside the now, emptied study of Baron Mitch. Arabella hardly spared the room a glance, still reeling from how swiftly the Baron's household had bent to Cassius's will.
At the mere mention that their master lay at death's door and that he, Cassius, their King, would be assuming authority over the mansion, the butler and maids had scrambled to obey. The study had been cleared without protest, and the Baron himself was carried to another chamber where a physician was summoned to tend his wounds.
Curiosity clung thick in the air. She saw it in the servants' darting eyes, in the way their hands trembled as they poured water or adjusted the furniture. Yet not one dared to question him. Rank alone silenced them, leaving only furtive glances before they withdrew.
