Chapter 88
The air was warm, warmer than Elara liked it. She stood at the center of the room, her face scrunched in anger, her eyes flitting around the place.
The furniture was covered in thick dust, and she watched as the maid rushed forward to pull the curtains open, letting a thick breeze of dust into the air.
Elara coughed, irritation building up in her. "Be careful! Are you trying to have me killed, you idiot?" she snarled at the maid.
"Forgive me, my lady," the girl rushed out, carefully doing her job, but where could she even get started? The place was a mess. A dirty, dusty mess.
The house had been locked for years with no one using it. Not until now. Elara looked around, her jaw clenched hard in anger with each passing second.
"Argh," she screamed, flinging her bag against the wall.
