Evelyn clenched her fingers so much that all her knuckles turned white from the strength she was using.
'Good, very good,' Lady Evelyn seethed inwardly, feeling angry as her hurried steps echoed through the courtyard. 'If this is the way he wants things to be, he shouldn't blame her for being vicious. What's so wrong with touching him? Why must he react with such disgust at her mere presence? When the time comes, let him remember this moment—he's the one who pushed her to the edge of a cliff; he was the one who made her this way.'
The maids realized their mistress' foul mood and quietly followed her, not making a sound lest they make her angrier.
