I had just finished eating to find Lord Fashire watching me.
A lump formed in my throat and I swallowed hard, averting my gaze from the Lord. It then fully dawned on me that I was in his bed, staining it with my sweat and… I glanced down.
Someone had changed my clothes while I was unconscious. I didn't want to think about who could have done it.
"My lord."
Lord Fashire finally tore his eyes from me and directed them to the newcomer. Dressed in a black maid's uniform similar to what I had worn while working in Lord Lorn's castle, the lower-ranking vampire walked in. Her voice echoed with the same cool tone I had heard earlier.
Raven-dark hair pulled tightly into a bun accentuated her small, oval face, enhancing her striking features. Her red eyes met mine, and hardened into an unmistakable glare. I stiffened when I sensed the immense animosity emanating from her.
If Lord Fashire noticed her scornful look, he did not address it.
