It took all my willpower not to say those words to him. They were just at the tip of my lips, but I was merely a maid. A half-breed in the den of full breeds accused of theft in front of everyone. Have I ever stolen before? No. Did I steal now? No.
The best option now was to give up. I didn’t want trouble.
Whenever he asked that, if I continued arguing with him, I would be in serious trouble. It was his way of saying ‘case closed’. He had called me a thief now and this time, in the presence of Lord Everett, his wife and the maids. I sighed.
“You also stole some meat,” Ryder said.
I wanted to melt. No, disappear. How long had he been in the kitchen? And why was he insisting that I stole it?
“Apologies… I was hungry,” I said.
I have to apologize now. There was no need to argue any more
