Elena’s POV
“I should be her maid? There are a lot of maids in this place. Why me? Why not someone else?” I asked, trying to hide the fire boiling inside me.
Ethan stood up and walked closer. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “You don’t have many options. It’s either this or you go outside and get devoured. Trust me, you don’t know who you’re up against.”
I swallowed hard. Not because I was scared, but because I wanted to strangle him on the spot.
“Ethan, is everything okay?” Irene’s voice cut in sweetly. Ugh! Even her voice sounded like a song.
“Yes, Irene,” he said, now turning to her with a fake smile. “I’m just telling Elena here to pamper you. To treat you like the delicate egg that you are.”
He smiled at her like they were sharing some private joke. Was he seriously flirt
