A shudder crawled up my arms and I suppressed the intense shiver I felt. She was obeying my every command, and she couldn't do otherwise unless I commanded her to. Was it due to that sensation I felt?
But how? And could I use something like this on Lord Fashire?
My palms began to sweat as I clasped my wrist. I spoke up, my voice a little unsteady at first, "If… if you leave to wash your face, what excuse will you tell anyone passing—"
"I will… clean the mess first," Edna said in a shaky voice. Her shoulders were hunched over, defeated.
"Alright…" I said in return.
