Chapter 9
Ramera
I had a name now, but I didn’t like the way he said it when he was angry. He had glared at me once, turned off the fire, and muttered a few profanities under his breath.
“What is it, boss?”
I didn’t even turn toward Henry. I could imagine the stupid, smug look on that i***t’s face. This was all his fault. I gritted my teeth and glared at him.
“This is all your fault! You’re the one who said to dry the wood,” I snapped.
“We said nothing,” he replied, his tone innocent. “I don’t know what the heck this one was thinking, boss. I didn’t tell her anything. It’s just crazy that she’d go off and set the wood on fire.”
“So you had no idea about this?” Sebastian placed his large hands on his hips, glaring, though now less intensely, toward Henry.
“No idea, sir.” Henry look
