TESSA A dull, persistent ache pulsed through my body, but my hands took it the hardest, numb and covered in blisters. “Ouch, it hurts,” I hissed as Miriam dabbed an antiseptic on my palm. “Sorry, Ma'am,” she whispered, trying to be more gentle. Caterina stood beside us, holding a first aid kit. The room had been cleaned up, and the antiques were replaced. “I’ll never forgive Pierre for this,” I muttered more to myself than them. They didn't respond. They never did when I spoke ill of him. And as a matter of fact, their silence was a testament to the fear he commanded. At that moment, the door opened, and Pierre walked in. “Speak of the devil… literally.” My mind screamed. Miriam stopped cleaning my wounds. She stood up, both maids dropping into a curtsy. “Good morning, Don.” I rolled my eyes, feeling a sting of rage. Not the kind that made me want to scream or break things; I had already tried that and it landed me in this state. It was the kind of anger that made m
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