*Bexley*
Ellison is angry at me. It’s clear from the way he marches away from me, leaving me to rush to keep up. If I thought it was difficult to match his strides when we were going to the king’s office, it’s at least twice as hard now .When we get to the grand staircase, a maid is waiting there for me. “Will you show Miss Kessler to her room, please?”
She bows in compliance, and he turns to walk away.
“Ellison!” I shout after him. He stops but doesn’t turn to look at me. “I’m sorry.”
Slowly, he turns around, that angry scowl still etched in his face. “Are you? Do you have any idea what you just did?”
“Yes, I do,” I tell him. “I should’ve never—”
“I don’t think you have any f*****g idea what you did, Bexley.”
The woman next to me cowers a bit at his use of such a powerful swear wo
