"You called for me, sire?" I asked. My heart was pounding and my palms began to sweat. Ramos calling for me was never a good thing. I kept my eyes on my feet in hopes that I would not offend him.
"Look at me, Angela," he ordered.
I clenched my trembling fists. Did he find out that I was secretly practicing in the training room? What would he do to me?
"I SAID… LOOK AT ME!" he thundered.
I was startled but obeyed. Tears were beginning to well up in my eyes. He gave me a sly grin and took a vial from his pocket. He opened it and took the goblet on the table filled with red wine. He then poured the white powder on it and stirred.
"Drink," he told me.
