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Stella sat in one of the chamber rooms sipping tea and studying the female Servant across from her. Meesus was pretty in a wild and untamed way. She had the most gorgeous eyes and hair Stella had ever seen. No wonder the males, including Almightys, were fixated on female Servants.
She tamped down her anger at the unfairness of it all. She’d been raised to be demure and polite, and no one liked her. She’d heard Jethro come back to the house the night she’d been attacked. She’d watched the group of them outside in the yard. She hadn’t been able to hear them, but she’d seen the way Jethro had studied Trinity. She knew that they had a history, but her grandfather had promised her that it was exactly that—history. It shouldn’t surprise her that Grandfather had lied about that too.
