Naeris's POV

"These are all you're going to need," The elderly-looking maid said to me, pointing to the basket of cleaning supplies laid out in the hallway.

"Hm. Okay," I muttered, clenching my fists at my sides. She gave me a weird look, as if trying to decipher an expression. I had worked on that years ago. It would be impossible to tell.

"My name's Avery, by the way. If you need anything, I'm always in the kitchen," She added. Her tone was strangely polite, so I ...