Chapter 10: Chain her
10
~Damon’s POV
I felt the warmth of the fire in my chest, that pleasant burn after one too many glasses of wine. Kael, Rowan, and I had been drinking and eating, toasting and commiserating. The meal was quiet at first, then cheerful, until our topic circled back to Lisa.
Kael slammed his fist on the table, rattling the goblets. I winced. He leaned forward, voice low and harsh. "She should’ve been done hours ago. We sent her to prepare our tubs!"
Rowan shrugged, sipping his wine. "Maids help with the rest, but she was supposed to fetch fresh linens, heat the water, and add bath salts."
"I’ll handle it," I said calmly. "Let’s finish up and head to our baths. She’ll be there when we get there." I meant it. We didn’t really care if she was late. We mostly just wanted to relax.
We cleaned our plates, drained the last drops of wine. Kael clapped his hands. "Let’s go." He stood and stalked off toward the hallway. Rowan and I followed.
When we reached the room, Kael pushed the door open and stopped suddenly.
"What the..."
I looked in. Lisa was on the bed, limp, like a discarded doll. She wasn’t even sitting up. Her arms were sprawled out, her head turned to the side. Her lips were pale.
Rowan stepped in behind me. "Seriously?"
Kael walked over and gave her a slight nudge with his foot. "Lisa."