ZARA’S POV
I stood still, unable to believe what I had just heard. Victor wanted me to go to the kitchen and get him a drink. What did he think I was? A maid?
I was about to ask if he was drunk or crazy when Cael held me, making me look into his eyes.
“You should get that drink,” he told me. I had barely parted my lips to disagree when he leaned closer, “I need to talk to you… privately.”
I sighed and walked out of the living room and into the kitchen. Cael waited behind, talking to Victor but a minute after I had gotten to the kitchen, he was there too.
“Now what the hell was that!” I exclaimed. “Now Victor thinks I am his f*****g slave. I should have put him in his place instantly but all thanks to you, I am going to be an object of ridicule. This is unacceptable and…”
“Do you inte
