"Mallory isn't a maid," Davien said.
"What?" Bel jerked her head in his direction. "I never said she was, I was just worried."
"I know, I just wanted to let you know that she might not always bring your food. She just does it because she wants to."
Bel looked at him with a dumbfounded expression. If that's truly what he meant, he wouldn't have phrased it that way. She didn't think Mallory was a maid and she certainly didn't treat Mallory like she was a maid or anything of that sort. She was just concerned.
Besides, Giselle had brought her food on Mallory's behalf before now. He didn't have to speak to her in that manner. Such judgmental and condescending statements were rich coming from someone who had blatantly referred to Mallory as property.
"And you're missing my point too," she said and turned away from him. She walked to the table where Giselle had placed the tray. She wasn't about to argue with him over this. Hopefully, if he was smart, he would drop the subject.
