THOR
Pinned against the wall, struggling for air, I looked at Dextera.
Her chest heaved with every breath. Her lips were split, and blood stained the corner of her mouth. Bruises were already forming across her face, neck, and arms.
I was almost livid. Not because she had failed to fight back, but because she had been allowed to get this far.
I had watched through the shadows for only a moment before stepping into the corridor. I had seen enough. Four maids had cornered her, beaten her, and nearly forced something into her mouth.
That was unforgivable.
I moved toward them as my voice thundered down the corridor.
“Who dares to touch my maid?”
Everything froze. Their fists stopped midair. Their faces drained of colour as they finally turned toward me.
Good. They knew exactly who I w
