"Female Master… did I do something that made you angry?" Xarion's voice carried a faint note of unease. "I came in, and you didn't even acknowledge me at all."
Normally, whenever he entered her room, even if she was busy, she would at least smile at him.
But just now, she had only glanced at him once—and then ignored him completely.
The more Xarion thought about it, the more certain he became.
Something must have happened in the bedroom while he wasn't there.
And somehow… it had something to do with him.
Rory gathered the pearls scattered across the bed and set them aside. Then she turned and looked at him with a bright smile.
"I'm not angry. In fact, I should be congratulating you."
"Congratulating me?" The moment Xarion heard those words, his entire body tensed. "What are you congratulating me for?"
What possible reason could there be to congratulate him? For some reason, it didn't sound like good news.
