Milo stood at the edge of the table. He knew exactly what this was. Felix wasn't actually hungry.
Milo realized Felix was just being a jerk because he was jealous of him. But Salvatore had told him clearly: he was a guard, not a house servant.
"I'm sorry," Milo said. "I can't serve you food. If you want, I'll get the kitchen staff."
Felix looked at Milo with his piercing eyes. "You're saying no to me?"
Milo's stomach clenched. He wasn't used to standing his ground like this. His instinct was to apologize and do whatever was asked.
But he remembered what Salvatore had told him. That he didn't have to agree to things that weren't his role. That saying no was allowed.
"I'm sorry," Milo said again. "I can't serve you."
Felix laughed. It was short and dry. He pushed back from the table and stood up. He crossed the room in four steps and shoved Milo hard into the wall.
Milo's shoulder hit the stone. His water glass fell and shattered on the floor.
He was stunned.
