CHAPTER 50

ZYLIAH’S POV

I rapped lightly on the door, locking eyes with a bodyguard who was pretending not to watch my every move.

I looked away, paying attention to the closed door before me. I gave another rap.

"You can use the doorbell, miss," the bodyguard advised. 

"Oh." I felt a little embarrassed. I didn't even see the doorbell. 

I pressed it. Many times. Before someone finally opened. A maid in her thirties. Early thirties, I think.

"Hello, miss," she greeted politely, but ...