Her punishment

Elina tiptoes downstairs, glancing sideways like a criminal, just to avoid being seen. How is she gonna address him, that she had been thinking about? Aziel calls him, sir or boss. Sambas is a master. The butler is the sire. Which would she pick?

Master, sir, boss, sire.

She was confused about what to address him with. Calling his name would have been better. But she won’t dare. She only did that, cause she had been drunk. Not on her right senses. She got down to the large sitting room and no one was there. He wasn’t there.

Where is he?

She thought the butler said he was here, waiting for her.

“Are you just coming Miss Elina?”

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