CHAPTER 22
BELLA'S POV
A splash of water hit my back, snapping me out of my thoughts. I turned to see Serena standing over me, her red mohawk and pierced brow at odds with her ever-cheery nature. Despite her muscled build, she sometimes reminded me of a teenage girl.
"Morning!" she chimed, plopping down beside me.
I smiled in return and turned back to scrubbing the laundry, but it didn’t take long for me to notice her watching me, silent yet intent.
I looked at her; she was the odd one out of all the servants; for some reason, she actually seemed to like me.
"What?" I asked, throwing her a sideways glance.
Her gaze flickered from my eyes to my lips. "If you keep biting that lip, you're going to lose it," she teased.
What? I licked my lower lip subconsciously and instantly tasted a
