ARTHUR'S POV:
The mechanical sound of the vacuum going off just outside my door both irritated and grated on my nerves.
I could tell it was my blue-eyed personal maid that was behind the obvious disturbance as her scent filtered into the room as distractingly as what she was doing with the vacuum cleaner.
Finally, it stopped and her footsteps walking back down the stairs caused me to release a breath I didn’t initially realize I was holding.
Rolling my eyes at the action, I rested completely against the captain-style chair on wheels that I was currently sitting on and let my thoughts run again.
‘Is she worth what you’re about to do? Remember whose daughter she is, Arthur. Her father killed your mate mercilessly and you’re about to kill for her?’
Danish was right; at least to a c
