~~RAYNA~~

“What the hell do to my apparel!” Adrian bellowed at me. 

“Your laundry sire. I did your laundry.” I answered, casting my eyes down to the floor not because I was ashamed or afraid but to his the smile growing irresistibly on my face. He must see it although I didn't need to look up to know he was glaring holes into my body.

“Did you not teach her?” He turned on the plump maid who was already nearly shrinking into a cube of sugar, her hands red grim wrung relentlessly in fear. She was cowering badly and I felt sorry for her. If I could, if leave her...