FAYE
I let Roman pass, saying nothing, letting him keep his silence. There was no use pressing him right now; whatever had happened, he’d tell me when he was ready. I watched him disappear down the hallway, his steps quiet, and I turned back to my own path, heading toward my chambers.
Once inside, I closed the door softly behind me and let out a slow breath. The image of his ripped collar stayed in my mind. He wouldn't tell me, but I knew who would.
I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and dialed Martha, keeping my voice calm.
“Martha,” I said when she picked up, “call the two new girls in the kitchen. Have them come up to my chambers, now.”
There was a pause, and then her obedient, measured voice replied, “Yes, Luna. Right away.”
I set the phone down and waited, letting the minut
