The servants tugged Iris by the arm and dragged her out of the bedroom like treating a sack of potatoes. They passed by the hallway, the living room, the garden, and the long boulevard before leaving her by the side of the road outside the fence gate.
They passed several servants along the way, and although they kept their heads down and focused on their own business, Iris could feel their curious and inquisitive eyes.
Iris wondered if it was the drug that made her face feel like it was burning even harder. She had never been treated like that before. As the daughter of a nobleman who had grown up in Evans' house, she had always been a towering figure, and the servants had been afraid to look at her directly. But she was in such a mess today, half-naked and thrown out of Vince's bedroom.
The fire of shame burned from her heart, even more than the s.exual desire.
