ElenaI paced back and forth in my room, chewing on my nails. I just felt so restless.I sat on my bed, then stood up again.I overheard some of the maids talking about Silas, but I wasn't sure what exactly they were talking about.I walked to the door quickly, opened it, and stepped out into the hall.If I needed information, there was always a maid who knew something.I walked to the kitchen area of the pack house, pretending like I wanted to tell the maids what to prepare for me.A maid stood outside the kitchen holding a bucket and a mop.She looked young.Very young."How old are you?" I asked.She bowed her head quickly, not meeting my gaze."I am... I am eighteen," she stuttered."Come with me," I said as I began walking back to my quarters.And she did, her head still bowed.When we got to my room, I offered her a seat on the bed beside me, but she refused.She looked afraid."Don't worry," I said, trying to persuade her enough to feel comfortable with me.Even though everythi
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