Brigid took a fourth deep breath as she waited before the imposing doors.
“Come in.”
Her heart fluttered at the sound of the deep voice from within the room. With a smile, she stepped inside, carrying a tray of mouth-watering food.
Lucas looked up to meet her gaze, then almost immediately returned his attention to his work.
“Drop it on the table in the corner,” his voice was flat.
Brigid obeyed, walking over to the table. Her movements were slow, intentional—she wanted to linger, to feel his presence a little longer.
“You’ve been coming here quite often to serve my meals. Were you appointed, or are you simply doing it of your own will?” Lucas asked, still not looking up.
“Hilda is currently ill, and Madam Selene hasn't been around lately, so I took up the assignment. I hope you don’
