Camilla raised her hand and gently rubbed her own cheek.
"But my face stings a little bit," she complained to herself internally. "I slapped myself a little too hard. That arrogant human's hand was painful. Next time, I will just use a pillow to fake an injury."
Damon heard her secret complaint. He looked down at her face. Behind her fake tears, he could see that she actually looked quite annoyed about the slight sting on her cheek. He shook his head slightly. She was an impossible woman.
Damon decided it was time to handle the rest of the household. He needed to reestablish order.
He looked at the three other maids who were still pressing themselves against the stone wall, shaking in fear.
"Call the rest of the staff," Damon commanded them. His voice was deep and full of absolute authority. "Bring everyone to the foyer immediately. Every maid, every footman, every cook. Now."
