This Mate Bond Is Poison
Eileen stood still, her fingers grazing the sash tied tightly at her waist.
The two servants hovered near her, waiting. Expectant.
She turned to them slowly, lifting her chin just like a quick touch. “You may excuse me,” she said. “I will bathe myself.”
The girls exchanged a quick look.
“I— Luna,” the younger one started, her voice trembling slightly, “we are meant to stay and assist… if we leave without permission and the elders or even the Alpha finds out—”
“I won’t tell anyone,” Eileen said, her voice low but clear. She took a step toward them, the silk of her gown whispering with movement. “If I wanted someone hovering over me while I undressed, I would have asked.”
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