"Pass it to me." A single left the person's mouth, who stood directly in front of the shocked out of her wits maid.
There stood Peter, with a dead serious look on his face. If looks could kill, then the maid would already have been dead by now. His face was stoic and his eyes had a deathly glint in it. His stretched out hand, was barely inches away from the maid.
Peter was observing every single change on her expression on the maid's face, trying to see what is going on in her mind. Though, he was serious and stoic faced, he was having an internal struggle in remembering her familiar face.
When he saw the fear settling in her eyes, a light went on in his head. It was the maid from the last day. The maid with Shirley. He couldn't mistake it, because when he saw Shirley holding her in a chocking position, this maid had the same sense of fear in her eyes.
