Maya grabbed the sides of her dress, feeling the fabric entangle between her fingers. She needed something to distract her from his gaze. Even behind Bess, she could still feel the Alpha's glare.
Their encounter the night before had been interrupted, and she was still worried about the reason he had forcefully grabbed her shoulders. Maya doubted that was over. She winced slightly, still feeling the pain.
She would hate to trigger that once again, so she briskly walked to the table and took her seat by the very edge, keeping her gaze low.
After she was done with cooking, Agnes chased her off, not wanting her to spend another moment in the kitchen with her. The cook had neither approved nor disapproved of her cooking, but Maya didn't miss that she was less snide.
She was grateful that Agnes told her to leave, as that gave her time to clean up before Bess came banging on her door, yelling that she was to join them for breakfast.
