Samuel watched her laugh, the sheer intensity of his adoration radiating off his massive frame. He reached out, his warm fingers gently resting against the edge of the mattress, positioned perfectly to catch her if she felt dizzy again.
"Young Miss," Samuel whispered hoarsely, his dark eyes locking onto hers through the slits of his mask. "Now that the trash inside the house has been thoroughly managed... what are your next orders for this servant? Whoever you want gone, you only need to utter their name."
Heena set the empty porcelain bowl down on the tray, her playful demeanor slowly sharpening into the razor-thin focus of a true tactical mastermind. The domestic revenge was essentially complete; the abusers had been crushed into the dirt. Now, it was time to deal with the real threat looming outside the Marquisate walls.
