Azrael stood in his room. The early morning light came through the window. Paul the head housekeeper helped him fix his uniform.
"By the way" Azrael said in a low voice. "What was your name again."
"It's Paul my lord" the man replied. His hands straightened the collar of Azrael's jacket.
"And the maid."
"Lita my lord."
Azrael looked at Paul's eyes in the mirror. "Be careful next time" he said even lower. "If Aunt Ilythia finds out for real trust me you will both be dead."
Paul's hands shook a little. "Yes master Azrael. We will keep that in mind. We are in your debt."
Azrael nodded.
'Poor Paul' he thought. 'She knows everything. You have no idea what she's capable of. And to be honest neither do I. Not really. She would have already planned something for you.'
He felt a small cold thought inside him. A smart idea.
'But it's good. As long as they live I have people in this house who can help me.'
