Time seemed to have stopped for me as my eyes locked with that of my Master’s. I wanted to look away and fix the mess that was my hand and his breakfast but I couldn’t seem to kick my body into gear.
Move it. Move it, damnit!
“What’s going on here?” Aston’s voice boomed across the kitchen, forcing everyone to stop doing whatever they were doing and just listen to him. When nobody dared to speak his face hardened, clearly angry. “Well? Have you all lost the ability to speak?”
“N—no, my Lord.” The chef behind me stepped forward, sweat glistening on his forehead as he stood in front of Aston and his cousins. “We’re all just… just preparing breakfast.”
Aston, Jaylen and Mack regarded the entire staff with cold, deadly eyes. A faint voice at the back of my mind kept telling me to focus
