Sixteen
“Your cup of coffee,” Mika said, placing a steaming mug on the table next to me. “Would you like anything else?”
I shook my head. “No, thank you.”
“Is there anything else you’d like me to do, Mistr—” She abruptly paused. “Sorry. It’s a hard habit to break.”
I would believe her, if I thought she was an actual blood slave or servant. Nonetheless, I shrugged. “You could just call me Lucy. Everyone does that, well, except William.”
Mika blushed. “I don’t think that’s appropriate.”
“I don’t see why not.” I took a sip from the coffee, enjoying the bitter taste. “Hmm, perfect brew.”
“If there’s nothing else, I’ll go make the beds. Is Master Watson staying in the guest room again?” she asked.
Now it was my time to blush. “He might. And please, never, ever call him Master Watson. He
