Mirroring the hush of the room around her, Isadora walked softly and cautiously, ensuring that her presence remained unobtrusive.
Her heart almost jumped out of her chest cavity, when she heard another moan and the ruffle of the sheets. Perhaps, the reason for her raised heartbeat was her expectation. She was sneakily expecting to see a similar scent to that night.
Convincing herself that she was only worried for her ladyship's safety, Isadora drew closer. After all, her lady was unhappy when such a thing happened earlier.
What she saw, however, froze her.
Jerrick was sitting by Jessamyn's feet, massaging her legs gently, ensuring that she didn't wake up. She noticed a tray with a simple portion of a meal with many healthy components cooked in the way Jessamyn liked. She didn't think it was the maids' cooking.
Isadora panicked when his eyes met with hers. She thought she was being sneaky, but he knew she was there.
