Mikhail
I stood by the door, my hands holding the gun tightly.
“Who are you?” I asked, my voice cold.
“It's Sheila, the matriarch’s handmaid.” She whispered.
Anastasia's handmaid. What does she want?
I turned the door knob slowly, pointing my gun.
She bowed her head, her eyes closed.
“Spare my life, my Lord.” She begged.
“What do you want?!” I thundered.
“The Matriarch told me to bring her essentials to the hospital.” She said quickly.
My brows furrowed. “What?”
“Her clothes and underwear.” She said, her head still bowed.
“When did she tell you that?” I asked.
“A few minutes ago.”
I nodded. “Okay.”
“Thank you, my lord.” She rushed away.
I walked back to the bed, placing a kiss on Liliana's head.
“You can go back to sleep.” I said and she smiled.
We dozed off in ea
