“I turned it off.” I swallow. “I thought I turned it off.”
“You’re such a brand i***t, really, how stupid are you?!”
Ms Caroline enters the room again, pausing at the door. “What’s with the screaming?”
“She burned Alpha Killian’s clothes,” Paris says, pointing at me.
My gaze falls, hands fidgeting behind my back. I expect her to freak out, but she offers me a soft smile. “Is that all?” She frowns. “I’ll fix them up. Bring them to me.”
“I don't think you can.” Someone hisses, one of the maids whose names I haven’t learned yet, but just like Elara, she too is very quiet.
I take a step to the left, allowing her to see the clothes for herself. “Ohh sweet jesus!” She gasps. “What is that?” Her eyes widen.
“Alpha Killian’s clothes that this f*****g i***t ironed.” Juniper rasps.
“It was a
