He’d warned her to stop punishing Danika unnecessarily, or she would have slapped the devil out of Cone’s daughter just for sitting at a desk beside the king’s. She fisted her hands. She longed to put her hands on Danika, see her hurt, and hear her scream.
Calm down, Vetta. Stay Calm. It’s only a matter of time.
She calmed herself inwardly with those words. Indeed, it would only last for a little while, and then she’d set her plans in motion. Slow and steady always wins the race. Also, a little bit of patience.
“Alright then. Tell the king I’ll see him in the morning.” Vetta turned and marched out of the bedroom.
Danika watched her in puzzlement. She’d expected the mistress to behave badly again—to beat her up or pull her hair like she always did. She wondered why the mistress didn’t
