Mirellie
For several seconds after Evander ordered me to follow him, neither of us moved. I stared at him and he stared right back. The tension in the tiny room felt thick enough to choke on. My heart was still beating too fast from being jerked awake and then immediately accused of… honestly, I still wasn’t completely sure what crime I had committed this time.
Living in the servant quarters apparently.
I glanced around the room instinctively. The narrow bed, the tiny wardrobe, the cracked mirror and worn desk shoved against the wall. It wasn’t much, but it was familiar now. I had spent enough nights here to know exactly which floorboard creaked and which corner leaked when it rained heavily.
And somehow Evander was acting like he had discovered me sleeping inside a barn. Maybe he trul
