DALA
When I opened the door, the last thing I expected to see was a maid.
Maybe not the last thing, but it was a cheerful maid. That rarely happened, especially not with Agnes. Her brows were creased in a permanent frown, and she always looked utterly irritated by everyone’s existence, except now she was smiling at me.
“Hi, do you need my help with something?” I asked immediately, oscillating between a smile and a straight face.
“One of the young Alphas has requested your presence. Meet in the yard in 10 minutes.”
My brow shot up. “Who?”
“You will find out.” Her smile didn’t falter. It was becoming more and more unsettling. “10 minutes.”
I barely kept from rolling my eyes. Knox was the only one who would do this. The urge to say no made my tongue a playground, but it wasn’t Agnes I
