Ember
The maid suddenly releases my hair, a look of fear in her eyes as she backs away towards her friends. Pain radiates from my face, and slowly, I lower my body to the floor before curling into a ball.
I should have listened to Zaid and stayed back at the cabin for his return—but I was stubborn and wanted to know who my mate truly was and why he snuck away to take phone calls out of my hearing range. Now, these maids are telling me that I’m going to be killed because they believe me to be a spy.
“Are you sure?” someone whispers.
“Positive. There is a doctor outside waiting to confirm,” another voice says. Lifting my pulsating head, I find the maids huddled together, their fear evident in their worried looks.
“What if he’s wrong?”
“Then Lord Harold will have her killed.”
“We need
