Chapter 114

"Did you hear the news?"

"What news?"

"It's all over the TV. How come you miss it? You are in there, cleaning rooms half the time." Their hushed whispers completely stopped once Nora Desmond walked in. Something like a hollow imprint of a smile made them look even more suspicious but she had no idea what they were talking about. In return, she smiled the only way she knew how to, bright and beautiful. It'd put the manic-pixie-dream girl complex to shame.

Her wolf did wonder what they were talking about. She kept herself away, religiously so, from the news. Her father's gloating face appeared in her life often, seeing it on a screen would ruin what little entertainment it provided her at times.

The other screen, she was fond of. Her phone rang precisely the minute she left the house maids to gossip. Or work. Never could tell what they got paid for. But unlike her father, she respected them in ways nobody else understood. Well, except one person. The same who had been put on her det