I send the maid off and am left with Malachi’s friend. Someone who won’t stop wearing a hard look on his face and the tight-lipped glower he’s directing at me. I don’t particularly care about the frown, but I'm more concerned about the fact that he’s a friend of Malachi’s.I can’t claim to know all
Malachi’s pov.Skye walks in with a drink in hand, and one look at the smile on her face tells me she’s done something. I’m less concerned and uninterested until i hear her speak, “Want to know what i did?”I raise my head from the contract i’m going over and look directly at her. Skye can have a m
When Skye comes to my room to tell me dinner will be ready in a few more minutes, the only thing i have in mind to tell her is to go die in a ditch somewhere.Now that my anger has cooled into something much cooler and lethal, i remember the male doofus who stopped by my door did mention his name. H
I pause. “Excuse me?”The line is silent for a while before she speaks again, “Are you not Antonia Verentia Finn?”I try to keep my breathing stable as i respond, “I made the order as Antonia Verentia.”There’s that silenence again, and then an almost akward session where she clears her throat and r
“Antonia.”My phone rings on the table and i hear Bridget’s voice coming from it. I go over to dry my hair and pick it from the table, sighing as i respond, “Yes, Bridget.”“I’m outside!” I can hear that she’s a bit annoyed from the tone of her voice, but i know she’s not annoyed at me so i ask slow
I sit on the floor beside her face and push her hair back as i ask, “How are you holding up?”Unlike her, i don’t have some place i have taken permanent residence in up in her brain, and i need to know if she’s okay. Her response is given in a bright and monotonous tone, “I’m fine, Antonia. I’ve had
I open my door to the maid and gesture for her to come in, and with Bridget present, we listen to her narrate the events of the afternoon.Skye slapped her in a fit of rage when she tried to clear up to Skye that i didn’t threaten her, just tried to demand some respect. She apologizes again for not
“What is she doing here?.”Malachi’s voice lacks all the ice and spite he seemed to infuse in his words while we were at the table just now. I feel he’s trying to be diplomatic but I don't want to. I answer curtly, “She’s here for dinner. Is there any problem with that?”Malachi turns and the look o