“Don’t touch my sister.”
“So I should just let her rag doll me?” I frown.
He shrugs, “Seems fair enough. Valerie has to live the rest of her life without Violette, and whose fault is that?”
Mine.
Anyone around here will say the same, but I don't think that it’s my fault.
“Exactly,” he nods. “You should get cleaned up now, the house manager will be here to give you your duties, she’s in charge of the maids.”
“My what?” I pause, I heard him the first time, the second time too, but now, I’m questioning my hearing. Maybe I have dirt in my ear from when I fell into that grave. “I’m not your maid, Killian.”
“You don’t have options, Raelynn.” He counters, his tone mocking.
I stomp my foot, realising too late that it makes me seem like a damn child. “That’s not fair.”
“You want options?”
