Vetta wanted her out. Out of the king’s life. Out of the palace. Out of Salem.
“He is sleeping already. Gently lay him out on the bed and get out!” Vetta hissed, her shoulders shaking with barely controlled rage.
Danika saw the way the mistress was practically boiling over, even as she was doing her best to hide it. She decided that it’d be good not to protest. “Yes Mistress,” she muttered. Gently, she moved forward until the king’s head touched the bed. He laid down on it and she raised his legs onto the bed.
Once done, Danika stepped back,but the mistress suddenly grabbed her arm. She hauled her out of the bedroom until they were out of the king’s chambers.
“What do you think you’re doing!?” Vetta snarled at her.
Danika’s heart was beating out of her chest, but outside, she looked a
