Her head jerked up at the tone of his voice. He hadn’t come right out and said, “Listen, wench, I think you’re forgetting who’s in charge here,” but he might as well have. The implication was clear as a bell.
“I require your presence at dinner,” he said, his voice low but filled with steel. “Six o’clock in the game room.”
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