~HUNTER’S POV~
Dinner was quiet, just the way I preferred it. No chatter, no distractions. The roast was cooked perfectly—tender, rich, seasoned just right.
I barely looked up from my plate as I muttered, “This is good.”
The head maid, standing off to the side, offered a small smile. “Celine prepared the meal tonight, sir.”
My hand froze mid-cut. Knife and fork clinked softly against the porcelain as I set them down. My eyes shifted to my right.
Celine.
She was already beside me, delicate hands steadying a silver jug as she poured water into my empty glass. Her scent hit me first—subtle, sweet, and warm like honey and jasmine.
Too close.
I leaned back slightly, needing space, needing to breathe.
Then—f**k.
She slipped. Just a little, barely a tremor, but enough that col
