DEXTERA
My movements were unusually sluggish that morning.
Physically, I wasn't sick. Not since the strange healing that had restored both Thor and me. But my emotions were still a mess, and I couldn't explain why.
My life as the Alpha's maid had continued, though my duties had become lighter because Thor was rarely at the mansion. Once again, I couldn't stop myself from wondering if he was avoiding me because of what had happened between us.
I reached the back corridor near the kitchens, hoping to find somewhere quiet enough to breathe.
Instead, four maids stepped into my path.
I had seen them around the mansion before. We had exchanged polite nods a few times, but nothing more. Today, however, there was nothing polite about their expressions.
One of them stepped forward.
"Going
