She doesn’t even look back when she leaves me on the path. I watch as she runs from me and all attempts to find out what is going on die.
Valeria’s standing at the door, speaking to Millie, and I’m at the base of the steps. For a second, I’m certain she’s about to get hit, and a low growl rumbles at the back of my throat in warning.
Valeria doesn’t notice because she bowed her head the moment Millie’s arm raised. But Millie, oh, she notices me and sees the way I’m staring at her.
“Millie, what are you thinking?” I ask, the growl growing louder.
Her hand falls quickly while a forced smile masks her true feelings. “I was thrilled to see her and noticed a stray strand of hair that needed fixing. Come in, set the heavy basket on the table. We can unload it together.”
“Yes, madam,” Valeria
