Angel? Did he just call her Angel?
'Now tell me, Angel', she suddenly heard his voice inside her head. It seemed to be a memory, but only of his voice and nothing else. He had called her Angel before, but when?
She met his gaze and, being this close to him also felt familiar, even though she could never recall being this close to his face.
He released her hands and she took a step away from him, but not in fear. "You have bad manners, My Lord." She said, rubbing her wrists. "You might think that I can't do anything, but if you keep mistreating my brother because you enjoy it, then I'll stop sending him here if I have to. He looks up to you and if this is how you behave, then I don't want my brother to aspire to be someone like you."
The smirk on his face disappeared, and his gaze hardened.
Angelica looked him in the eyes as she curtsied. "Have a good evening, My Lord."
Turning her back to him, she walked away.
