Elodie's POV~
Sabina lingered by the doorway, her hands folded tight against her apron.
"Alpha," she said carefully, her voice carrying a note of unease, "Madam didn't look well when she left. She… she seemed angry."
I paused for only a moment, the words settling between us. Angry? Elodie? That amused me more than it concerned me. In front of me, she'd always been obedient, measured. A woman like her getting angry, it was novel, almost laughable. Perhaps Sabina misunderstood her expressions. I knew Elodie long enough.
"She must've had something urgent," I said, my tone flat, dismissive. "Don't trouble yourself, Sabina."
Her eyes flickered, as though she expected me to ask more, to rise from my chair and go after her. But I didn't. Why would I? Whatever storm she carried, it wasn't min
