When she scooped up her clothes, opened his door, then snapped her fingers for a guard down the hall, Wroth watched like a bystander. Pssst. Minion. I need these laundered. Very little starch. Don’t j...
You’ll call for me. You’ll be lonely in your new quarters and will feel out of sorts. I could let you pet my hair until you fell asleep.He drew in closer and lowered his voice to ask in all seriousnes...