SIGRUN
The maids moved with a terrifyingly synchronized efficiency, their footsteps practically silent against the stone floor. Silver-domed platters were set down on the heavy oak table across the room, followed by the soft clink of a crystal pitcher.
I peeked out from a tiny sliver between the furs.
Conny was adjusting the fresh linens near the washbasin. For a split second, her eyes flicked toward the bed. She didn’t look at Varul—thankfully—but her gaze landed right on me. A tiny, knowing smirk tugged at the corner of her lips before she instantly wiped her face blank and bowed her head.
Oh, spectacular. My cheeks were hotter than fire.
“Will there be anything else, Alpha?” one of the maids asked, her voice entirely devoid of emotion, as if they didn't just walk into a room that l
