Settling in

Amelia's Pov

Greg immediately brought me into the lady who was in charge of the workers. I couldn't help but feel nervous.

I was bleeding, and Greg had told me how strict and uncompromising she was, also how she doted on the rogue leader like he was her son.

And now, here I was, in front of her, with a wound on my neck that I had received while trying to touch what belonged to him.

As I got into her chambers, I felt her piercing gaze bore into me, and I felt as if she was assessing me, weighing me up, and deciding whether I was worthy of her attention.

I felt myself shiver under her scrutiny, and I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to meet her expectations.

I could feel her eyes flicker over the wound on my neck, and a flicker of concern passed over her face.

"What happened here?" she asked, her voice low and intense.

I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say. I didn't want to appear weak in front of her, but I also didn't want to lie.

But surprisingly, Greg came to my res