It was more than enough.
The sound of his voice cutting through her tranquility made her startle. The measuring tape she had precariously situated onto the corner of the wall and stretched carefully across the room was jarred with her movement. It came rushing back at her and snapped her fingers as it wound into the chamber.
Beads of red blood appeared on the knuckle of her index finger.
“Ouch!” She whispered to herself and sucked at the finger that had been whipped by the tape.
Eden rose and continued to worry at the minor scrape with her mouth. The servants had scattered at the sound of Elliot’s call. They knew to stay out of his way, especially after he’d been holed up in the dungeons.
The housekeeper knew the master well enough to retrieve a steaming cup of coffee to greet him with. She chose a stately matte black mug and filled it near to the brim with the fresh brew. Eden walked with a glide that didn’t disturb the liquid. The sound of her gait was marked by clipped clicks of her heels on the floors. In the summers she pulled up many of the rugs and left the floors bare. As the season turned cold, more and more linens, throw blankets, rugs, and wall tapestries, were added to seal in the heat of the castle. To make it seem as warm as possible.
Black and silver ears swiveled in curiosity at the sounds that met her as she approached Elliot’s chambers. Pathetic mewling? He better not have gotten some pet. Her body seemed to recognize the sound before her mind. Tail bristled at the cries of an...infant. Eden stopped dead in the hall with one last click of her heels. Without the additional noise she confirmed it was the screaming of an infant. No doubt about it. She picked up her pace without trying to sound hurried. He would only be encouraged if she seemed rushed or worried.
Eden opened the door just enough to slip inside and closed it tightly behind her. She had policed her ears to stand at attention and forced her tail to behave. It swayed coolly behind her head while she surveyed the situation.
The smell had hit her as soon as the door left the jam. Something metallic and something earthy. Indeed, blood and dirt were confirmed by the sight of the squirming child and her master who seemed as irked as ever. “Lord Wilder.” She greeted as she crossed the room to him.
“What a mess you’ve made.” As she made this observation she held out the cup of coffee for him with both hands. She didn’t offer to take the infant as he hadn’t yet offered to dump the thing on her. She knew it was coming. What he would have her do with the thing - that’s what she dreaded. She laced her fingers in front of her and willed herself to stare him in the eyes with the most neutral expression she could muster. “Where has your suit jacket gotten to?”
As if this were her most burning question.
Judgmental amber eyes made a pass over the expanse of half-exposed chest and the soiled shirt he wore before returning to his face. Her index was back to expressing blood again and Eden resisted the urge to wipe it away.
The sound of his voice cutting through her tranquility made her startle. The measuring tape she had precariously situated onto the corner of the wall and stretched carefully across the room was jarred with her movement. It came rushing back at her and snapped her fingers as it wound into the chamber.
Beads of red blood appeared on the knuckle of her index finger.
“Ouch!” She whispered to herself and sucked at the finger that had been whipped by the tape.
Eden rose and continued to worry at the minor scrape with her mouth. The servants had scattered at the sound of Elliot’s call. They knew to stay out of his way, especially after he’d been holed up in the dungeons.
The housekeeper knew the master well enough to retrieve a steaming cup of coffee to greet him with. She chose a stately matte black mug and filled it near to the brim with the fresh brew. Eden walked with a glide that didn’t disturb the liquid. The sound of her gait was marked by clipped clicks of her heels on the floors. In the summers she pulled up many of the rugs and left the floors bare. As the season turned cold, more and more linens, throw blankets, rugs, and wall tapestries, were added to seal in the heat of the castle. To make it seem as warm as possible.
Black and silver ears swiveled in curiosity at the sounds that met her as she approached Elliot’s chambers. Pathetic mewling? He better not have gotten some pet. Her body seemed to recognize the sound before her mind. Tail bristled at the cries of an...infant. Eden stopped dead in the hall with one last click of her heels. Without the additional noise she confirmed it was the screaming of an infant. No doubt about it. She picked up her pace without trying to sound hurried. He would only be encouraged if she seemed rushed or worried.
Eden opened the door just enough to slip inside and closed it tightly behind her. She had policed her ears to stand at attention and forced her tail to behave. It swayed coolly behind her head while she surveyed the situation.
The smell had hit her as soon as the door left the jam. Something metallic and something earthy. Indeed, blood and dirt were confirmed by the sight of the squirming child and her master who seemed as irked as ever. “Lord Wilder.” She greeted as she crossed the room to him.
“What a mess you’ve made.” As she made this observation she held out the cup of coffee for him with both hands. She didn’t offer to take the infant as he hadn’t yet offered to dump the thing on her. She knew it was coming. What he would have her do with the thing - that’s what she dreaded. She laced her fingers in front of her and willed herself to stare him in the eyes with the most neutral expression she could muster. “Where has your suit jacket gotten to?”
As if this were her most burning question.
Judgmental amber eyes made a pass over the expanse of half-exposed chest and the soiled shirt he wore before returning to his face. Her index was back to expressing blood again and Eden resisted the urge to wipe it away.
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