Bailey’s POV
“My lady.”
I heard the word before I even turned, and by the time I faced the door, Laila was already on her knees, her palms flat against the floor, her head bowed so low it looked like she wanted to disappear into the floor.
“My lady, please forgive me,” she said quickly, her words tumbling over each other. “I was careless. I was foolish. I should not have accepted anything for you without informing the guards. I swear I was not thinking.”
I stared at her for a long moment, letting the silence stretch until her shoulders started shaking.
“Look at me,” I said.
She hesitated like she was afraid to, then slowly lifted her head, her eyes wet and red. “I would never betray you. I would never work with anyone who means you harm.”
“I didn’t accuse you of that,” I replied.
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