Chapter 91
It had been a week since Federico’s accident in the woods, and though his wound was healing, Azalea hadn’t had a moment of peace. She barely slept, watching over him at night, making sure no one came near their room without her permission.
This morning, Federico was resting, and Azalea decided to step out for some air. As she opened the door, she froze.
Standing there, about to knock, was Bennett.
He bowed slightly, his usual polite smile on his face. “My lady,” he greeted softly. “I was just coming to check on Federico. How is he coping?”
Azalea’s lips curved into a small, measured smile, though there was no warmth in her eyes. “He’s doing better,” she said calmly, her voice holding an edge that Bennett seemed to notice. “But you and I need to have a word.”
Bennett straig
