Chapter 18
Betrayed by Blood~
I knelt down, scrubbing the floors as hard as I could when I saw a pair of shoes stop right in front of me. I slowly looked up to see the head maid in front of me, glaring hard, her arms crossed over her chest. "Can I help you?" I asked politely, not missing the scowl on her face.
"Why are you here? Didn’t you check your chores for today?" She snapped at me. I straightened up, my eyebrows furrowing at her words. I had checked my chores for today, and washing the bathroom was included in it.
"I did; this is my chore for today," I replied, and she got even redder.
"Are you illiterate? You have kitchen duties today. Leave here this instant and go where you’re actually needed," she snarled at me.
"Martha, I don’t think..."
She stepped forward, her eyebrows cocked up. "What did you say?" She gritted out. I sighed internally and nodded.
"I’ll go," I replied and stood up. Walking over to the tap, I could feel her eyes on me, watching. I made sure to clean myself properly before leaving. I knew I wasn’t wrong about my chores for today. I wasn’t on kitchen duties.
I stepped into the kitchen, my eyes flickering about. The pack was expecting guests today, which meant all hands on deck, and it also summed up why Martha wanted me in the kitchen. There was just so much work to be done here; I wouldn’t be done in three hours. She really did want to overwork me. I sighed internally and stood by the doorframe when I heard her.
"You! Over here!" The cook barked, pointing a bony finger at me, her apron stained from years of use.
I swallowed hard and stepped forward, trying not to look as disturbed as I felt. "You’re late," she snapped.