There was a knock on the door, and Mauve slowly lifted her head from the book to look at Mill, who quickly shook her head. Another knock quickly echoed, this time a little more urgent. Mill stood and walked toward the door.
"Who is it?" she asked softly.
"It's me, Mill. Is Mauve in there?" he asked.
Mill turned to look at Mauve, and Mauve just nodded her head to let Mill know she could let him in. She didn't make any attempt to get out of bed; instead, she returned her attention to the book.
Mill pulled the door aside and bent her knees as he walked in. "Lord Louis," she mumbled under her breath.
Louis didn't even look in her direction. He walked to the bed in long strides and stood next to Mauve. He had a brooding expression that left creases between his eyes.
"What are you doing here?" Mauve asked nonchalantly as she flipped a page.
"You know why I am here," he stated. He stared down intensely with folded arms.
