It irked him that he knew the moment she was outside the door before the maid could open it. He didn't lift his head to see her as she walked into the dining room, but he could hear the footsteps.
The maid's footsteps were louder, faster, and soon enough she stopped walking as she stood in position a few feet away from the table. However, Maya's footsteps still sounded farther away. Keenan lifted his gaze, not hiding his irritation. She was still by the door, inching forward so slowly that a tortoise could outrun her.
"What are you doing?" The words were out of his mouth before he realized.
She stopped walking as he spoke, keeping her head down. She refused to take another step or answer him. Keenan closed his eyes as he felt his blood boil. He was tempted to bolt from his seat and drag her to the table by her hair.
"Maya," he called coldly. "Perhaps you prefer to eat the same food as the dogs?"
