CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT 

DARIUS

“What are you doing back here? I told you; this place— you cannot stay in my mansion!” My body was trembling. I could not even talk properly. My voice was faltering. 

It felt like I would suddenly explode out of anxiety, fear and shock.

“Hazel! Can’t you hear me?” I stormed forward, and took her by the shoulder, my heart light and furry, as it hoped to steal a look that would last forever. 

I turned her to me in a flash, and saw it was another maid with hair just like Hazel’s. She squirmed out of my grip, and fell to the floor, pleading. It turned...