He watched her eyes go wide in rage.
He never knew those beautiful blue eyes could get any bigger than they already were.
"Those are my own clothes you monster!" She snapped. "Give them to me."
He folded the clothes under his arm. "No one commands me missus. Since you have a sharp mouth and a perchance for being snappy and rude, then you might as well come get them yourself"
She looked like she was about to pop.
"Whhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaatttttt?" She drawled, her face fuming.
"If you want to get the clothes, then come get them." He repeated.
It felt good to put the little brat in her place.
A servant like her, perhaps someone lower, acting like she owned the whole pack.
He wanted to put her in her place.
Put her where she belonged.
So she knew that she was nobody.
His fists clenched in rage.
"Why you….. you…. You bastard!" She screamed at him.
The words hit him hard, but he stood resilient. "Say your worst, do your worst. I will not give you them."
