Darla's words hung in the air as a loud roar came from James' lips, who heaved a step toward me.
The air around him felt freezing, like the snow that was hitting the mansion's windows hard.
“Miss Bridge...” he said, his voice hoarse as his dark eyes were fixed on mine.
Damn, I could feel my hands shaking and my heart almost jumping out of my chest. However, I quickly ignored the heat running through my body and walked to the door, passing by a small wooden carved manger that adorned the entrance.
“Perhaps you yourself, my king, should check my work and then give an appropriate opinion of my performance on my first day,” I said without showing the nerves that were killing me inside.
For some reason, my cheeks turned red as James took another step toward me. For a second, I thought the
