[Vladimir's POV]
"How is that possible?" Maeve asked incredulously. Vladimir chuckled although he felt his wounds burn, the healing skin pulling lightly.
"This is not a chuckling matter. I saved her from your brother's greedy paws for that reason. If she is harmed, you think her parents will let our family off the hook?" She hissed.
Vladimir's lips thinned. Maeve clicked her tongue irritatedly.
"I know you are thinking how she ended up being a servant then," she muttered, pacing back and forth near the foot of the bed.
"You think they did not look for her?" He asked, more to himself than her. Maeve made a noise at the back of her throat as she flopped down at the foot of the bed. Vladimir did not stop her because he knew she wouldn't care. The woman had never been one for obeying and minding propriety. The fact that one is not supposed to just sit on a duke's bed unless they are family or spouse, or ordered to, was completely ignored.
