Chapter 125

LUNETH I hear a scream and a shatter behind me. I turn to see who it is, and it is a staff member who is cleaning up the table. I look at her, not wanting to speak because I have better things to worry about than some broken plates and cups. "I am sorry, Mrs Moreaux," she stuttered out as she bent down to begin picking up the pieces of the glass on the ground. I want to ask her why she was serious, why it had taken her four hours to clear the table after dinner, but no words come out of my mouth. I had gotten a message from Drexon saying he had to attend a business meeting and was going to be a bit late. I understood what he meant, and after dinner I retired to bed, but an uneasy churning feeling in my stomach had woken me up, and I had been forced to sit awake till midnight, and then I watched the staff lazily come in to clean because she was startled. Drexon was not back, and it made me feel bad, not angry bad but a deep, unsettling feeling in the deepest part of my stomach. This was