“I"m nearly–”
Any chance of further explanation petered out as the kitchen door crashed open, and Müller loomed large in the entrance, his face a perfect mask of fury. He strode forward menacingly, his voice a growl. “So, you are here again, talking to the servants!”
“Herr Müller–” Maria began, but he cut her off with an outstretched palm.
“Be quiet!” He turned his red eyes towards Daniel, pinning him with such a look of burning, barely controlled hatred that Daniel wanted to cry out in fright. “Master Daniel, you have been told not to come in here and yet you have disobeyed my wishes. It is not appropriate for you to be here. I think it is time I told your father.”
appropriateDaniel took a deep breath to steady himself. The shock of seeing Müller was nothing compared to Maria"s kiss,
