The love of a mate

**Elora's POV**

My eyes still narrowing and glaring daggers at her, I watched her, waiting for what she had to say, it seemed like she wanted to say something but couldn't.

My suspicions grew by the second, and my anger rose along with them. I waited for Martha to say something.

"Hello Luna,the maid in charge of serving in the dungeon is ill, and I was asked to serve in her place." Martha said immediately, I watched her stare at her ground nervously refusing to meet my eyes.

I scoffed almost laughing as she sounded so stupid and so unbelievable with her claims.

Damon's distrust of her and her sudden skittish actions right now made me confirm how suspicious she is.

My personal maids served me alone, it was funny seeing her lie about taking anyone's place.

I looked at her again, "Why would you want to take someone else's place?" I asked her.

"Is that the rules?" I asked.

She looked up, surprised that I was talking to her and then she realized that my eyes were trained on her. I could pra