Chapter 70
ABBIE POV
Tyson sat next to Oliver near the pantry, the boys ying with their mini dump trucks that they were
running over cookies with while I helped do the dishes with one of the other servants. rice had
bitched me out real good for being down here. Eventually gave in, and I had been down here for a few
hours helping prepare food for the guards and royals while also preparing the servants’ dinner.
I also found something soothing about cleaning or cooking. It was a task that upied the mind, one
that had an end result that could be seen. It was better than the thoughts that usually upied my
mind or, more like haunted it. Ghost of fragmented and distorted memories, twisted and wicked as they
forced me to relive the past repeatedly.
I supposed to the other servants here I looked like a madwoman wanting to be a servant, but it was
better than being me. Better than being Abbie. Nobody wanted to her, you, as Mrs. Daley would say.
Yet here, being a servant was like being invisible. We were the ghosts that cleaned and moved about
the castle, sneaking into rooms before quickly leaving. Servants are the shadows of our master. We
lived with routine and repetition, no thinking, just working, my mind separated from my body as it
handled the task it was told to do. Muscle memory takes over, and I no longer exist. I just float within
myself as I move from task to task.
Apparently, Gannon had told rice he doesn’t want me working now that I have Tyson. Yet he made it
perfectly clear that Tyson was no longer wee. Therefore, I was not. What he also didn’t realize was
working was the only peace I have known. I needed to work, wanted to work
rice grabs the roster down from off the wall, looking for a spot to ce me on it. Drying my hands on
a tea towel, I moved toward her and peered down to see where she was putting me and which floor I
would be working on. I hoped for my usual floor since it was our quarters, and I could have Tyson with
me. Or maybe with Azalea.
“I can go back to my old post. I live up there anyway.” Iugh, and rice sighs, chewing on the end of
her pen. She sets it down and looks up at me
“Abbie, Gannon will lose his head if I put you on this roster,” she says, tapping it with her index finger.
“Which is why you won’t be!” Gannon snarls, making me jump. Turning around, I spot him at the
entryway. Gannon storms through the kitchen and passes me while looking for Tyson. Tyson instantly
jumps to his feet across the room at the sound of his voice.
Gannon res at me as he passes me, moves across the room, and scoops him up. The room falls
quiet, and I nce around nervously as he turns to face me before stalking toward me. He was furious.
Did the servant wake him? I told her to just set it on the table so she didn’t wake him. I knew I should
have taken it up. I know how to move around that floor silently.
“Why are you down here?” he snaps at me, and the tone of his voice was one I had never had directed
at me before. And it shook me to the core.
My eyes widen when he snarls and reaches for me. All I saw was his handing toward me, hyper-
focused on it for mere seconds, and it was all I could see besides the fury on his face. I squeeze my
eyes shut, and my body tenses, a noise I wasn’t sure I made or someone else did sounds around me.
My heart was pounding so hard in my chest that I could hear it in my ears.
I recoil, waiting for his blow, my skin prickling and itching as I wait for the familiar feel of my hair being
ripped out. Waiting for my head to bounce off the floor as he dragged me. Or the tearing of my flesh as
Kade mauled me. Waiting for the pain.
Instead, he curses, and the voice isn’t Kade’s but Gannon’s, “Fuck, Abbie?” he whispers, his hand
falling heavily on my shoulder. I flinch at the contact, expecting ws, but instead. I got fingertips.
My eyes flew open to find I was on the ground. I don’t know when I dropped to the floor or when I lifted
my hands to cover my head. I don’t even remember doing it.
I just remembered his hands, the furious look on his face, how my stomach sank, sending my body into
a cold sweat, and the itchiness of anticipation as I waited for the pain to start.
“Abbie.” his voice whispers, sounding almost like a plea, and I find him kneeling next to me, guilt all
over his face as I blink up at him. I could see Gannon, see him right in front of me, but my body
expected was not registering that this man was not Kade. ncing past him when i see movement, I
also find everyone staring at me. My face burns with humiliation as I sit cowering on the floor.
“Out everyone.” rice bellows at the servants, pping her hands at them to hurry, and they take off.
Tyson was sucking his thumb. watching me with a strange look on his face. My hands reach for him,
shaking like a leaf during a storm. Gannon doesn’t stop me when I
snatch Tyson from him, clutching him to me before I get to my feet and run for the door.
My legs burned from running upstairs and through the corridors by the time I got back to Tyson’s room.
I set him on the bed, trying to will my beating heart that mmed against my ribcage painfully, each
thud harder than thest before I started struggling to breathe. My vision
tunneled, and I nced at Tyson, suddenly feeling faint as panic seized me.
His lips were moving, and tears flooded his eyes and streaked down his cheeks, his little face turning
red as his hands grasped air and reached out for me. Yet I was deaf to my surroundings. The onlyOriginal content from N?velDrama.Org.
noise I could hear was the beating of my own heart. It felt like I was having a heart attack. I could feel
my blood pumping harder through my veins, the erratic palpitations in my chest.
I felt the moment my eyes rolled into the back of my head as I tried to suck in much-needed air. I was
falling, yet I felt nothing as I hit the ground. There was no pain. I heard nothing despite knowing Tyson
was screaming his head off, and as my vision darkened even more as my head hit the ground and
jolted my eyes forward, thest thing I saw was the door opening and boots. Then everything went
ck.
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