A young maid stepped inside, moving quickly and efficiently. She carried a silver tray with a covered plate, a glass of fresh orange juice, and a linen napkin folded with perfect precision. Her head bowed respectfully.
“Good morning, miss,” the maid said softly, keeping her gaze low.
She crossed the room silently, placed the tray on the small side table beside the bed, then bowed again before slipping out and gently closing the door behind her.
Nia blinked. Her head turned slowly back to Cassandra.
“Girl…” she said, pointing at the tray. “I need that gist right now.”
Cassandra snorted, the sound escaping her before she could stop it. She pressed a hand to her lips, laughing again.
Everything was so surreal. The maid. The mansion. The wolf inside her. The past she never knew. The mate
