Seraphine's pov.
Everywhere went still as I stared at the faces of all the maids. They all looked at me with
grudge in their eyes, as if judging me and telling me they didn't care if I died. My face moved to Lady Verya, who stared daggers at me.
"My Lord, I think you must be mistaken. No slave here would take the risk of feeding her..." She said, emphasizing her point.
"But someone did," Alpha Agora exclaimed, standing his ground.
My eyes searched for Anaya in the little crowd and found her way at the back with a little smirk on her face.
Wasn't she supposed to be more than scared? I was shivering out of fright, and she just stood there with a sly smirk plastered on her face. She confuses me with her behavior every time I get in contact with her. Her eyes stared at me, telling m
