Back in town, Iris worked quickly to tidy Zayne's chamber before he came up from dinner. She set a candle on the nearest surface to bring some light to the room, not yet familiar with the space to move around it in the dark.
"What sane person keeps their home this dark?" Iris muttered, lifting the candle holder to carry it to another table. "He has lost his mind. I am working for a man who is not in his right senses."
Still, she was grateful for the roof over her head and the meals that came with it.
Her first day away from work was approaching, but she had no idea what to do with herself.
'I can't go into the market, or I might run into my mother, ' Iris thought.
"But I need new shoes," she whispered, glancing down at the pair on her feet, the soles worn thin and the sides beginning to split.
Iris sighed. "I should have taken more of my things when I left."
