Chapter 187: _Crazy Witch
I could hear quickened footsteps as I left the room, Iona’s obviously but I didn’t look back, I simply ignored her. "Do you know what you have done?" she asked, anger visibly laced in her tone.
I turned back sharply feeling a wave of fury, I wasn’t about to back down from a confrontation especially since it had to do with my husband. Gosh! It felt nice to finally call him that, focus Phoebe, focus.
"What have I done, Iona? I simply bathed my husband, is there a problem?" I asked as I folded my arms across my chest.
She clenched her fists. "He is not your husband or your mate or anything to you, not here. He is a man and you are a woman, he will have that bath again, without you."
Is this woman crazy? I became increasingly annoyed by her tone and choice of words. It is official, I don’t like her.
I should put this woman in her place but I suddenly realized, we were here to see the ancient ones for the sake of the pack, for the sake of the lost souls, for a solution. Why was I losing my temper over this? Perhaps it’s the disconnection from my wolf.
It is just a bath alright, those maids wouldn’t rape him or something but I still couldn’t shake off the dissatisfaction I felt from imagining their hands on him.
I took in a deep breath as I calmed myself, I glanced at her, forcing a smile. "Very well then, you can go ahead."
Her eyes widened in surprise, seemingly from my sudden calm demeanor. She looked at me, scrutinizing me under her owl’s like gaze and I suddenly felt exposed under the robe I wore. I adjusted my robe and stood with my head held high, even if I would not say my mind to her right now, I would not allow her make me feel intimated.