“Stay safe, Master.”
Inayah glanced up in time to see Mathilde carefully treading behind Salem who strode whilst buttoning up his midnight black coat. She stood in the kitchen with either of her sleeves rolled up to her elbows, churning butter. The process had been tedious and ran from dawn up until noon, Inayah had pounded away in silence, struggling to ignore the burn in her biceps and triceps.
“Where is Inayah?” She heard Salem ask followed by a long hesitance on Mathilde’s part.
“I will request her…” short hurried steps, the anger in each clicking subtle.
Inayah glanced up just as Mathilde appeared by the doorway, hovering with certain uncertainty. “He calls you.”
Inayah released the pounder and drew her wrist across her forehead, wiping away perspiration. Face flushed from exerti
