Chapter 13: Caleb Duskwood
Just as the Duskwood couple and their son exited the dining hall, the heavy door clicked shut behind them—
Smack!
Ferick slammed his fist onto the table, dishes rattling from the impact. His face twisted in rage as he turned toward Selene.
"Who the fuck told you to dress this filthy slave in servant's uniform?!" he bellowed.
Selene clenched her jaw, but kept her voice was calm and measured.
"We were short on staff," she said, standing her ground. "He was the only one who looked decent enough to serve without bringing shame."
That only set him off more.
Ferick's eyes flared. "Don't get smart with me, woman! You just cost me the best fucking offer this house had in years!"
He grabbed a heavy decanter from the table—still half full of wine—and hurled it.
It spun through the air.
Alaric, standing stiff near the wall, gritted his teeth, but didn't move an inch.