Ella
“A broken furnace? Isn’t this a servant’s job?”
As soon as the words slipped out of my mouth, I felt my eyes widened.
“Ella!” my wolf growled, annoyed by my words. “That’s rude! Why did you say that?”
Truthfully, I didn’t know why I said it. It just… slipped out. Surprise, maybe?
“I-I’m sorry,” I said aloud, swallowing. “That was rude. I just meant that I’m shocked to see you working on a furnace, that’s all.”
My words were met with a chuckle from the other man who was working with Logan. The servant, a man of about fifty with grizzled hair and weathered hands, looked up at me from where he kneeled on the floor next to the furnace and winked.
“None taken, Miss. I know it’s shocking for a man of Mr. Logan’s status, but believe it or not, we work on all kinds
