[Meredith].
'New nanny? How?' I narrowed my eyes just slightly. I wasn't angry, merely analyzing.
Why hadn't Draven mentioned this? Why was Xamira's room so bare? And why did 'new' sound like it carried weight?
I kept my expression composed.
Xamira climbed onto the bed beside me, leaning against my arm, comfortable and trusting. I brushed a hand through her soft hair. Then, I focused once more on the maid.
"A new nanny," I repeated softly. "When did you start?"
The young woman straightened again, her hands clasped neatly in front of her.
"Early this morning, my lady. Madame Beatrice assigned me as soon as she received Alpha Draven's instructions."
My brows lifted just a fraction.
Draven?
I hadn't known he made arrangements for Xamira's care so quickly.
My thoughts flicked back to Duskmoor—to the other nanny who used to look after Xamira with gentle hands and warm stories. She had been with Xamira for years, from what I knew.
