I stare at her, trying to think of something to say. "Why are you taking a bath at this time? Where are your maids?"
Her skin flushes. "They left."
"They left you alone?" I frown, knowing that aside from Sigrid, she has two maids who are supposed to wait on her.
She looks uneasy, and I instantly know there is more to the story. "Why did they leave?"
She presses her lips together. "I asked them to." She can't lie to save her life.
Her eyes dart toward the wardrobe behind me, and I can see that she wants to cover herself.
Sighing, I take off my coat and walk over to her. She flinches. I don't like it.
Throwing the coat around her shoulders, I snap, "I'm not going to hurt you, so stay still."
She looks positively tiny in my clothes, making me realize how small she truly is. She's not a short woman by any means, but compared to me, she is petite. Her head barely reaches my chest.
