I had just eaten and my strength was beginning to return, but it was barely there yet. I put down the empty cup and sighed, wanting to lie down on my back when I found Lord Fashire still looking at me.
A lump formed in my throat and I swallowed hard, averting my gaze from the Lord. It then fully dawned on me that I was in his bed, staining it with my sweat and… I glanced down and focused on my sleeves, noticing my changed attire. Aside from the slight layer of sweat in certain places, I felt clean. I was dressed in a far lighter dress, but the faint white, lacy clothing seemed more like a loose nightgown. Had I been washed up? When? Had the Lord done anything to me while I was unconscious?
"My lord."
Lord Fashire finally tore his eyes from me and directed them to the newcomer. Dressed in a black maid's uniform similar to what I had worn while working in the castle, the lower-ranking vampire walked in. Her voice echoed with the same cool tone I had heard earlier.
