Lucas's POV
She bowed, her head low. "Greetings alpha." She said as she couldn't look up.
"Alpha Darius sent me to summon Master Lucas," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes then flickered briefly to me nervously, before dropping back to the floor. She bowed again, a quick, jerky motion, and turned to leave. The door creaked shut behind her.
My father's cold emotionless gaze snapped to Liora, the fury from moments ago now tightly leashed but no less dangerous. "Keep an eye on that maid," he said. Liora nodded, her arms still crossed tightly over her chest as she shot me a cold glance. For some reason, I feel Amelia's life was at risk. If she heard the conversation, I knew the length my father would go to keep her silent. Well, I didn't want that to bother me now. I pushed out the thought.
