Chapter 23: The Butler, The Personal Maid and The Head Maid
I didn't mean to lie down.
I told myself it would be a short rest. Maybe about ten minutes or so, just enough to rest since the events from the past two days tired me out. But the moment my cheek touched that impossibly soft pillow, the world slipped sideways, warm and quiet and safe.
I had no idea how long I even slept, but I know what fucking woke me up.
Whispers—if they could even be called whispers because I could hear them speaking clearly.
And it was a conversation about me being discussed around me.
"She looks so peaceful while she sleeps…" a husky feminine voice murmured. Warm. Almost reverent. The kind of tone usually reserved for gazing at rare gems or newborn kittens.
A second voice, this one sharper, crisp, clipped with a sternness that somehow carried gentleness beneath it, said, "Our Lord actually knows how to pick women."
My eyelids twitched.
What?
