“Who is that?” I ask him. He looks at me, slightly confused. “The girl that was just in here? She was standing over there.”
He shrugs and sniffs the air. “Smells like the maid. I didn’t see her.”
“How could you not see her? She was 10 feet away!” I say to him, shocked. “She bowed to us.”
“Good. She’s supposed to," he says, completely unconcerned with her being here.
“Seth!” I say but before I can say more, he cuts me off.
“We employ many wolves here, Molly,” he tells me. “I pass people in the hall all day. I can’t stop and talk to all of them.”
Thankfully, the girl returns, saving Seth and I from an argument. She’s carrying a large tray in her hand and sets it on a stand. I turn to look at her and she bows again.
“Princess Molly,” she tells me, bringing over a mug of t
