Falcon gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down in his throat at his master's question at him. What was he going to reply?
"Answer quickly, Falcon. Don't keep me waiting here," Damien spoke to him intimidatingly, his voice even. The few years he came to work for this man in this very mansion as the butler, Falcon had not once heard this man raise his voice. But maybe if he raised his voice it would be less dangerous than his smiling that sent chills down her spine.
Falcon bowed his deeply hoping his master wouldn't cut his neck off his body for the simple mistake, "Master Damien, Lady Maggie had the girl out of the room when I was asked to supervise the kitchen," as simple as the matter was, a lot of pureblooded vampires didn't allow room for mistakes.
He held his breath to hear the young master of the mansion say,
