My head was pounding so hard I didn't notice my phone vibrating for a full minute despite it being right beside my hand.
"Hello?" I answered, confusion coloring my tone as I saw Tyler's housekeeper was calling me, "Magda, has something happened?"
I had left instructions with the house staff to report directly to Master Tyler as I would no longer be in residence. They didn't need to know the particulars of why I was gone. All of them were well-trained as house servants who tended to ensure their discretion matched their ability to avoid asking questions not related to their work.
Work hard and silently was Tyler Wright's preference.
"Madam Rachel, we have no hangover cure here."
"I left the recipe with all the other house favorites. It's in the binder in the kitchen drawer beside the pantry."
"No, no, I have never made it, Madam Rachel!"
Magda was a sweet older woman. She reminded me o
Rachel's POV"Magda! Please meet me in the kitchen," I called as I entered the house.I was going to make sure the housekeeper knew how to make the hangover cure as well as I could so this never happened again. Tyler was not going to turn me into a maid because he couldn't force me to continue being his mate.I lined up all the fresh ingredients on the counter with my mortar and pestle. I would grind everything by hand. I would delay seeing Tyler as long as I could using the hangover tea as my excuse along the way.I'd been smart enough to stop by a fresh market on the way over in order to ensure I had all the fresh ingredients to hand. The last thing I needed was to get to the house only to have to turn around to run to the store.Magda asked questions quietly as I crushed the leaves and ground the fresh herbs. She handed me a strainer ball which I packed with the ingredients before closing tightly."Now we ne
Rachel's POV7 Days LaterFreedom suited me.I smiled all the time now and I took extra care with my appearance because I wanted to, not for any other reason. If someone complimented me, I thanked them and I knew they were being honest because for the first time in my life I was only myself.Before I had mated Tyler Wright, I had been Patrick Flores's daughter. People who complimented me in my youth either did it out of pity because they knew my father and his nasty habits or they knew my mother had died young leaving me to practically raise my younger brother alone.After I had mated Tyler Wright, I had been hidden away except to the closest of family. If any compliments came from those people, they were only in an attempt to gain favor with Tyler.Had I ever been free before rejecting my mate?I honestly didn't know.My life felt completely new. The whole world felt wide open to me.I spe