¬ Hiln
Becca stopped short, her eyes widening in disbelief.
My heart caught in my throat. Our gazes met for a fraction of a second before I looked away in shame, fixing my attention on the table.
Why was she here?!
"What's wrong with that one? Why's she behaving like that?" Saffire huffed.
"Saffire," I murmured, facing her. "We could simply call another servant—"
"No. No, Hiln." Saffire placed a hand on my shoulder and shook her head firmly. "Refreshments. I need those refreshments now. One more cup of water and I am wetting this chair."
May closed her eyes and massaged her forehead, already exhausted.
Becca shuffled over. I noticed how her tray lightly trembled. The wine bottle clinked against the small bowls of covered treats.
I clasped my hands together on my lap beneath the table and refused to meet her eyes.
She must despise me.
