SHANE
"Clean my dagger until it shines," I barked down at her, the harsh order slicing through the quiet of my quarters.
I had fetched her from her assigned room earlier, making it blatantly clear that from here on out, she was my personal maid. She was sitting on the floorboards, holding the dark steel blade in her lap.
She let out a frustrated sigh, her shoulders dropping in defeat. "I'm not used to all this," she muttered, not bothering to hide the resentment in her tone.
I crossed the room, stopping directly in front of where she knelt. Reaching down, I clamped my fingers around her chin and yanked her face up to meet mine. "I don't want to repeat myself," I growled low in my throat, holding her glare for a long, tense second before releasing her jaw and stepping back.
A low growl
