Hendrix POV
I had seen this particular maid a few times, and each of those times she looked busy, but she also managed to look composed in it.It didn't matter if she was sending glares at vampire royalty or picking out tea for her lady in the garden.There was composure in the stress.
There was also an air of might in her thin shoulders when she sent me an I-know-all-your-secrets glare. There was something about her aura that repelled people she didn't want near her. People such as myself. It never really bothered me. At least not till now.
Adriel had sent me to investigate the murder attempt of his darling Kiara because this ex-head lady-in-waiting of hers apparently knew something. Remember the composed glaring maid? Yes, same person.
If Kiara told her anything about me, I would be in serious trouble. I knew my brother.He was a Valerian.
