"What should-d that mean-n?"
I held my gaze straight at him. He simply smirked a little and shrugged, like he couldn't help it.
"I said, that I love-"
Dash!
My back swirled around and met his. The same old wooden furniture grabbed the opening as a rather concerned intruder stopped our conversation. In the reflex, my muscles pulled me behind the door in case this visual of a master confessing would surprise the stranger.
Though the familiar voice was already stammering.
"Master!"
I stared at Tony who refused to take my eyes off me. When I stuck out my chin, he looked elsewhere.
"Yes? What were you saying?"
It was Frankie, and he sounded concerned.
"Master, Mrs. Heather is causing a big commotion downstairs!"
I gritted.
This wasn't the first time and neither will it be.
"Why?"
